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Chapter 148

Chapter 148

Chapter: 148Upon hearing that, Marcus shot the men on the ground with a murderous glare.He could not understand why Millie was talking to him in such a childish, petulant tone, but that was not important right now.

His gaze went to the feet of the man closest to him. The soles of his shoes were so hard that they could have killed a man with asingle kick, let alone Millie.

Marcus’ attention returned to his phone when it vibrated.

It seemed that Millie had ended the call to send him a photo of her neck that was covered with bruises, the most prominent ofwhich was a shoeprint-shaped one.

“The leader of those guys kicked me. He almost broke my neck,” Millie complained when she called Marcus again.If she were there now, she would have taught the bastard a lesson herself.

She sent the photo to Marcus because she hoped that he would take vengeance for her. The scumbags had to be punished forhurting her.

After ending the call, Marcus pocketed his phone. He was currently sporting a very frightening expression.“Sir, what’s wrong?” Derek asked.

Marcus approached the leader of the thugs and nudged his leg with his foot.

“This leg of his is annoying.”

Marcus said it in a flat voice, but his expression scared the man. He moved his legs away anxiously.

“We were just following Brock’s order! I'll take you to him. Just don’t cut it off.”

Derek pulled out a gun and pressed its muzzle to the man’s head, his finger dangerously close to the trigger.“Your life or your leg? Choose one.”

The man felt a shiver run down his spine. With the gun to his head, the most prudent course of action was clear. He grabbed thenearby rock and slammed it down hard on his leg.

The bastard cried out in pain.

Within the grand hall of the Thomas family’s ancestral home, Brock bowed his head and knelt at the center.Claudia occupied a seat, her eyes brimming with fury.

“You despicable wretch! Marcus is your own nephew. You're capable of resorting to drugging and shooting him. Why don’t youjust finish me off?”

Atremor coursed through Brock, and he cautiously lifted his head to steal a glance at Claudia.