I Ctrl+Alt+Deleted My Ex and Ctrl+C'd His Uncle novel Chapter 47

**Through Silent Meadows We Trace Stories Left Behind Yesterday**
by Asa Rowan Flint

Liam felt a knot tightening in his stomach as he prepared to utter the words that would undoubtedly provoke Marcus’s wrath. The weight of Llora’s secret pressed heavily on his shoulders, and he realized he had no alternative but to speak.

In his heart, he carried the truth that Liora was, in fact, Sophie.

As long as he maintained his silence, the truth would remain buried, hidden from the prying eyes of the world.

“Tell him to go back and redo it. Trash like this doesn’t deserve to be in the Starlight Cup.” Marcus’s voice was a chilling frost, cutting through the air like a knife.

Liam’s throat went dry, and he swallowed hard, feeling the heat of anxiety flooding his cheeks.

“Mr. Morgan, Liora’s submission has already been sent in…” he managed to stammer, his voice barely above a whisper.

Suddenly, a glass hurtled through the air, a projectile of fury that shattered against Liam’s skull.

The sharp pain was immediate, and warm blood cascaded down his face as he crumpled to his knees, the world spinning around him.

“I’m sorry, sir! I know I was wrong!” he cried out, desperation lacing his words.

“The Starlight Cup team had a tight deadline, and you were preoccupied with the East District project. I tried to reach you multiple times, but you were unreachable, so I had to make the call myself…”

Liam’s voice quivered, laden with regret. “I swear it won’t happen again!”

Marcus’s laughter was cold and devoid of warmth, as he picked up a wine glass, twirling it with a practiced ease that suggested a deeper, more sinister intent.

“And since when do you get to make decisions for me?” he sneered, his tone dripping with disdain.

Liam lowered his head even further, feeling the weight of Marcus’s gaze like a physical presence, suffocating and unyielding.

“Get out,” Marcus ordered, his patience clearly exhausted.

Liam bowed his head and hurriedly exited the room, his heart racing, not daring to steal a glance back at Marcus.

Once the door clicked shut behind him, Zack, who had been silently observing the exchange, finally broke the tension.

“Your nephew’s pretty cunning. So, what’s your plan for dealing with him?” he asked, his voice low and measured.

“I brought up the idea of separating Liora from the company with my uncle yesterday, and… well…” Liam feigned an air of helplessness, his voice laced with a hint of drama.

“Sophie, I really want to help you get Liora back, but my uncle—he’s impossible to deal with.”

He shifted the blame squarely onto Marcus, confident that Sophie wouldn’t take the time to dig deeper into the truth.

Sophie scrutinized him, her eyes narrowing slightly, revealing no trace of sympathy.

Marcus didn’t strike her as someone who would lose his temper so easily; there had to be more to the story.

“Let’s go,” Liam said, reaching for her arm, but she deftly sidestepped his touch, striding purposefully toward the elevator.

As they approached, a tall figure emerged from the shadows, and there stood Marcus, his posture rigid and commanding, exuding an unmistakable “do not approach” aura.

Sophie’s heart raced, and her steps faltered. She felt a chill run down her spine; the last thing she wanted was to provoke Marcus’s ire.

In that moment, the air thickened with unspoken tension, and she hesitated, unsure of how to navigate the storm that was brewing before her.