The Marriage She Turned into War novel Chapter 303

The sound of footsteps grew louder, and then the door swung open.

A man I didn't recognize stepped inside.

I raised an eyebrow, mildly surprised. "And you are?"

Silas and the others visibly tensed, their expressions darkening. They instinctively took a step back, putting some distance between themselves and the man.

The newcomer crossed his arms, a smirk tugging at his lips as he gave me a once-over. His tone dripped with mockery as he said, "Oh, so you're Samuel? I've heard a lot about you."

He called me by name, which threw me off. I studied him briefly before asking, "Do we know each other?"

His smirk widened. "Know you? Please. Your reputation precedes you. Everyone in the business world knows who you are."

He leaned in slightly, his tone turning sharp. "You're Abigail's husband, right? You're the most famous freeloader in the industry!"

The venom in his words was unmistakable, but instead of anger, I felt a peculiar sense of detachment, like I was watching a bad joke play out.

Silas, however, was less composed. He stepped forward, his face taut with irritation. "That's enough, Marcus! Watch your mouth."

Silas' voice was firm, but the man—Marcus Lennon, as I'd just learned—didn't seem fazed.

"You're talking to one of the higher-ups of this company. Show some respect, and call him Mr. Gebb," Silas added.

The others chimed in, backing Silas up.

"Exactly. You can't just walk in here spouting nonsense without consequences."