Marcus stood up and held his hands behind his back, telling the old man Len next to him, “Uncle Len, take her away.”
Len nodded slightly.
Wynn saw the old man take one step after another toward her, the pressure rolling off him in dangerous waves!
“Sorry, girl.”
With that, Len reached his hand out and grabbed Wynn!
Just then, the door to the chairperson’s office flew open. Philip stumbled in, smiling sheepishly. “You asked for me, Madam Johnston?”
They were at work, after all. He should not call her honey.
Everyone in the office froze and stared at Philip, who was standing at the door.
Some of the gazes were enraged, others suspicious, nervous, grateful, confused…
As for Philip, he just walked in obediently and closed the door behind him.
“Um, Madam Johnston, what’s happening here?”
Philip had been standing outside for a long time now. He came in and feigned ignorance, though.
“Philip Clarke! Well, well, you saved me the trouble of going to you.”
The embers of rage in Marcus’ chest flared to life the moment Philip barged in. He pointed at Philip, his expression instantly dark!
Just the mere thought of what happened last time made Marcus grit his teeth in pure hatred!
He had never been so embarrassed before!
If his family had not been holding back, he would have come for revenge a long while ago!
When Blake and Houston Michaels saw Philip, both of them quietly took a few steps back and stood in a corner wordlessly. They had unanimously chosen to stand by and watch this conflict unfold.
“Oh my, Master Quaid! When did you come to Riverdale? Why didn’t you tell me in advance? I would’ve come to greet you.”
Philip laughed heartily and politely reached his arms out to Marcus, giving the latter a hug.
Marcus was perplexed. What was Philip planning this time?
Marcus pushed Philip aside, patting the dust off his expensive suit. “Get away from me! Know your place!”
“Oh, but I do!” Philip laughed. “Shall we discuss the terms?”
Marcus paused and looked toward Wynn, smiling as he asked, “Madam Johnston, this is…??”
Wynn crossed her arms in front of her chest and sat on the couch, lifting her chin coolly as she said, “If you have anything to say, say it to him. He’s my husband, and he can decide on Beacon’s behalf.”
Marcus laughed coldly as well, taking a seat. “Very well. What do you want to discuss, Clarke?”
He was in no rush. This time, he came prepared.
He was determined to win Beacon, obtain Wynn, and then kill Philip!
Three birds with one stone!
Philip chuckled. When he saw that the old man was not moving, he purposely sat down and crossed his legs. “All of a sudden, I don’t want to talk anymore.”
“You’re playing with me!”
Marcus flew into a rage, leaping to his feet and jabbing a finger at Philip angrily. “Do you know what happens to people who think they can make a fool of me?!”
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