Twins in Her Womb (Bianca and Luke Crawford novel) novel Chapter 2085

“It’s not a big deal.” Matysh did not say anything about his interest in Luca.

After all, that woman was Marcos’ business partner. He had to keep it a secret without letting the old master, who put benefits and interests before everything, find out about it.

The old master was able to guess what his son was thinking about. “Who caught your attention this time?”

Matysh looked up and glanced at the old master, saying indifferently, “Dad, I know my boundaries.”

"You're getting older. Why don't you settle down, get married, and raise a chubby grandson for me?" said Old Master Abaza. He knew Matysh and him were the same kind of people.

Although Matysh was playful, he would take his future wife’s status and background seriously. That was why Old Master Abaza was not worried that he would be like Marcos’ father who married a commoner.

“I’m not ready yet. Dad, stop talking about this,” replied Matysh. Marriage could take his freedom away. So far, he had never fallen in love or thought of marrying a socialite.

After all, Matysh was not allowed to fool around if he married any of those women.

Those women were proud and arrogant. They had the same status he did. They would never yield to their husbands. Hence, he would not be allowed to mess around. He might even have to cheer his wife up and give in to her.

Matysh only wanted to be happy. He did not want to be bound by marriage and make his life miserable.

"You're a grown-up." Old Master Abaza's face was contorted with rage. At the end of the day, he was not planning to let Marcos take over the family business. After all, half of the blood that Marcos carried in him came from that unpresentable woman.

Old Master Abaza was already in the midst of choosing the perfect candidate to be Matysh’s wife. Although Matysh was popular for being a womanizer and an unfaithful man, he had a strong family background. Hence, there were still many women who would be willing to marry Matysh.

Old Master Abaza was anxious about Matysh’s marriage and future family. He wanted to raise Matysh’s kids and train them to be the successor of the family business.

When the time came, Marcos would be worthless. He would have to get out of the family.

“We’ll see.” Matysh knew what the old master had in mind.

Men were valuable no matter how old they were, especially the ones with high social standings like Matysh. Hence, he still wanted to fool around.

“You can fool around, but don’t get into deep trouble!” There was nothing the old master could do. He had no choice but to let Matysh do as he wished. He deliberately shot a glance at Marcos when he said this to Matysh.

Matysh noticed the old master's gaze. He curled the corner of his lips and said, "Are you still worried about me? It's been years and I've never gotten any woman pregnant with a grandchild. You can rest assured that I'll never do such things."

Marcos' hands that were cutting the steak paused for a moment. They were talking about their dissatisfaction with his status through hidden meanings.

Marcos placed his cutleries down on the table. Then, he picked up his wine glass and took a sip of red wine.

Every gesture he made was so perfect that it could be a textbook example of table manners. He worked hard to study these etiquettes since he was young, but what did he get from learning all these and doing them right?

They simply despised him because of his mother’s upbringing.

“Grandpa, why aren’t you curious about the woman Uncle wants this time?” Marcos put down the wine glass and looked at them with a smile on his face.

Matysh was startled, and he glowered at him.

How did Marcos know that he had not given up on her yet?

Matysh looked at how calm Marcos was, and he could feel a shiver run down his spine. Why did he have this feeling about Marcos becoming shrewd and unpredictable after he took over the company?

“What are you trying to say?” the old master asked.

“Nothing. I think it'll be better to leave some of the matters for Uncle to tell you himself.” Marcos picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth. He rose to his feet with a smile lingering on his face as he added, “I’m done. I’m going upstairs to do some work.”

As the old master watched Marcos leave the table, there was a hint of shrewdness in his cloudy eyes. Then, his gaze fell on Matysh’s face again. He said, “Tell me. What’s the matter?”

“Dad, I know what I’m doing. Don’t listen to him.” Matysh did not tell him.

The old master heard this and stopped talking about the subject. He said something significant, “Marcos is getting harder to control.”

Matysh smiled and said disdainfully, “No matter how capable he is, the company shares are still in our hands. Dad, don’t worry.”