Chapter 7 - The Shocked Investors Stare
Arthur Pendelton and the other venture capitalists drifted out of the living room to see what was causing the delay.
When Arthur’s eyes locked onto Marcus Sterling, his face turned the color of spoiled milk.
“Marcus... Marcus Sterling?” Arthur stammered, stumbling backward against the wall in sheer disbelief.
The name hung in the air like a lightning strike, freezing every investor in their expensive shoes.
Ryan blinked rapidly, looking between me and the legendary international industrialist standing in his hallway.
“You... you must be mistaken. This is my house, and this woman is just my—my wife,” Ryan stuttered nervously.
Marcus slowly released me, stepping forward with a calm, predatory grace that made the air in the room feel icy cold.
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“Your wife,” Marcus repeated, his deep voice carrying an edge that could slice through steel.
“Yes, sir! We’ve been married for three years, and I’ve taken good care of her,” Ryan babbled, trying to regain his footing.
