The grandfather and grandson looked at each other silently, their eyes full of persistence.
Marcellus was well aware of the power of Sir. Perkins. If he wanted to hurt Beryl, it would be too late before he could stop him.
No matter what, Marcellus could bet, but he couldn't bet on things related to Beryl.
If he lost her, he would really lose her.
After a long silence, he took a deep breath and stared at the old man in front of him. There was no trace of kindness in his eyes, only endless stubbornness and calmness.
He stared into her old eyes and said word by word, "Haven't you always wanted me to come back and inherit the family's property? As long as you promise me that you won't hurt Beryl, I will listen to you."
For so many years, although Marcellus had been managing the Red Cauldron for a while, it was just a small business, and the five-star hotel under his control had been separated from the gray industry chain.
However, the Perkins Family was different. As a family that had started in the underworld, although Sir. Perkins didn't dislike this kind of formal business, he still felt that it was a waste of time.
There were still a lot of things he needed to do at home. It was better to go home than to do these things outside.
He should inherit his family's property.
However, these words sounded extremely difficult for Marcellus. Sir. Perkins had ruined his parents' relationship because of such a thing, but now it was his turn, and nothing had changed. He was still the same.
Sir. Perkins was stunned when he heard this.
In fact, before Marcellus came, he had already thought about not giving in at all in this matter. He had already reached the limit of his patience during this period of time and was looking for an opportunity to have a good talk with him. He did not expect that he would come so quickly.
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