Only Marcus could pull off such stunts.

But with the cheerful vibe around, it didnt feel right to bring the past up again. So, Waylen politely started a nice conversation with Shawn, who was as smooth as butter.

After a bit, Waylen headed to the kitchen.

Marcus, busy cooking, mistook his dads footsteps for Melissas and scolded, What are you doing here? Didnt I say rest up and chat with Mom? Its rare you all see each other these days.

Waylen loomed behind Marcus.

Hand on his hip, he pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and snickered.

You cant even recognize your own dads footsteps? Your wife got the same stomp? Youre losing it, boy.

killed the stoves

his stoic expression. Marcus wasnt one to be trifled with. Turning

to deny it, so Waylen let out a relieved string

have to respect that. You can throw cash to hush Shawn, but now his missus knows. How you going to smooth that over? Melissa hasnt got much kin left. The one blood relative she hads long

tone, Marcus replied, I just brought Shawns family issues to light

slick with those weak justifications. I reckon Melissas just being fooled

Melissa isnt naive. She figured I did right

to roast

from his cigarette, Waylen continued, What about Roger? Hes a big-shot VP, and you got him doing some absurd task like that for you. Now that its out, you

Marcus kept cooking, unfazed.

easy mark, so he crossed some serious lines. He even raked in nearly two billion for himself abusing his position. I let him off the hook for Grandpas and your sake. I hinted and nudged Roger, but instead of pulling back, he thought he could outsmart me. Now Ive had it with him. If he wont leave willingly, hes got another option: jail. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the Find_Nøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters

Waylen was floored.

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