I Ctrl+Alt+Deleted My Ex and Ctrl+C'd His Uncle novel Chapter 272

“These are from Mr. Morgan,” the pastry chefs explained as they set down trays of delicate desserts.

The designers swarmed over immediately–who would pass up free gourmet pastries? Of course, they all knew this “little treat” meant another chunk out of the budget. But why had Marcus suddenly ordered them? Was he…

One by one, everyone’s eyes drifted toward Sophie’s office.

No one bothered with Nathan’s milk tea delivery–it sat untouched in the corner.

Moments later, Marcus appeared, sharp in his tailored suit. Sophie looked up, her eyes locking with his for a fleeting moment.

Before she could speak, Lily rushed to open her office door.

“Manager Chandler, quick–Mr. Morgan got us treats again!”

Marcus’s pace was unhurried, but his eyes fell directly on the abandoned milk tea cups. He stopped beside Nathan and said coolly, his voice edged with challenge:

“Milk tea’s a little too high in sugar.”

Nathan didn’t flinch. He calmly lined up the cups.

“These were what the ladies ordered themselves, Mr. Morgan. Work is already stressful enough–surely you don’t plan to dictate what they can drink?”

Marcus’s reply was razor–sharp.

“Every one of their health reports showed elevated blood sugar. This stuff isn’t suitable for them.”

Nathan’s hand faltered for a second. He forced a smile.

“Mr. Morgan, you keep track of everyone’s medical stats? Impressive. Does Manager Chandler know about this too?”

The room chilled instantly under Marcus’s stare.

“Hills Group has the best data system. My secretary manages those reports. Nathan, if you don’t behave here, I’ll personally call your grandfather and have you shipped back to France tomorrow.”

Nathan’s smugness evaporated. He had worked hard to escape–being sent back was the last thing he wanted.

Just then, Sophie walked over.

“What brings you here today?”

Marcus naturally took her hand, steering her away. Nathan was left standing there, fists clenched.

The rooftop lounge was Marcus’s private retreat. For Sophie, it was her first time here.

An entire wall of vintage wines, sleek leather couches, a glass walkway overlooking the entire city of Riverland.

“This Nathan kid is strange,” Sophie said bluntly.

They had exchanged just one glance downstairs, and Marcus already knew what she was thinking.

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“Since he started, I’ve reviewed all his contest submissions,” Sophie continued. “His international work was soplasticnot but the portsio be handed me looked childish, Like he’s faking inexperience,”

Marcus brushed a strand of hair from her face, brow furrowing

“Taking?”

“Exactly. Even a rookie wouldn’t botch basic layouts. Yet somehow he can churn out a full project proposal in two days

Marcus’s eyes narrowed.

“You think he has an agenda?”

Sophie exhaled.

“I don’t know.”

Their foreheads leaned together, city lights flickering below. Business didn’t worry Marcus–he already owned Everland’s corporate may. But Sophie… Sophie was all he worried about now.

Suddenly, he pinched her cheek, lips quirking.

“Tell me what if his real target is you?”

Sophie slapped his hand away.

“Don’t talk nonsense.”

But Marcus’s eyes darkened. When he voiced such things, they weren’t jokes.

A shadow in the stairwell had witnessed everything.

Nathan stood alone, phone in hand, dialing an overseas number.

“They’re suspicious now.” His voice was low, his expression hardened–the sunny, boyish mask gone.

A woman’s smoky voice floated through the line, laced with amusement.

“Marcus being suspicious, I expected. But that woman catching on so quickly? That I didn’t.”

Her tone sharpened.

“Doesn’t matter. Your task is simple–win over Sophie.”

Nathan hesitated.

The woman chuckled darkly. “Don’t tell me, Nathan–you’re falling for her?”

His jaw clenched.

“Will your plan hurt her?”

A sharp laugh. Ash hit crystal. The click of high heels echoed as she stood.

“The worst mistake in this business is letting feelings get in the way.”

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“She’s pregnant.” Nathan’s voice dropped further.

The woman froze. Her eyes narrowed.

“Nathan, don’t tell me you’re playing house, planning to be someone else’s daddy. Your grandfather would never allow it.”

Her lips curved again, back to icy calm.

“So you have fallen for her. Fine. Just don’t forget the mission. Keep your distance, keep your cover.”

Nathan’s boyish features hardened with fury.

“If I ever sense you intend to harm Sophie–just once–I’ll end this operation myself and expose you to the world.”

To her, his threat was laughable. A lamb baring its teeth.

She laughed softly, sliding into her car.

“Nathan, until you finish my job, you don’t get to negotiate. Remember who you are.”

The line went dead. When he tried calling back, the number was already disconnected.

The engine roared, red taillights vanishing into the night.

Nathan slammed his fist against the wall.

“Bitch.”

A noise startled him. He composed himself instantly, rubbing his knuckles. When he turned, Lily and Vivian were walking up.

“Nathan, what are you doing here?” Vivian asked, surprised.

He smiled, harmless again.

“I got lost. Could you two show me the way back?”

The sunny, innocent boy returned–his darker side buried.

Meanwhile, Marcus had come down from the rooftop. He dialed a private number.

“Mr. Cole,” his voice was sharp, “there are some things I need to confirm with you.”

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