What he wanted was exposure. He didn't need to be known by the public, but he must be known by those who were keeping an eye on him.
What the people in the entertainment circle wanted most was exposure, so it was convenient to deal with it.
The assistant immediately replied, "Got it. Send someone to the office tomorrow."
"Yeah."
Marcellus responded with a faint nod. In the end, he suddenly thought of something and said, "By the way, this matter must be kept a secret. Don't tell anyone if they ask."
The assistant was in a dilemma. "If Miss. Juliet asks..."
"Don't tell her," Marcellus said without hesitation. "I'll explain it to her myself."
"Yes, Mr. Perkins."
After hanging up the phone, Marcellus stood by the railing on the second floor and looked down at the living room. The square pattern was like a cage covering him.
In the past, he treated women like toys. No matter who it was, as long as they performed well at the banquet, he would not be stingy with his sacrifices. It was just that he had no feelings for them.
However, ever since he had Beryl, he didn't even bother to look at other women.
It was not that he suddenly changed his character. In fact, he had been tired of playing with her for a long time. Unfortunately, there had never been a person who could make him completely calm down.
He had waited for so long, and now he finally got it, but the reality was joking with him, so he had to return to his previous state.
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