Chapter 29
The boardroom in London was silent as Marcus finished speaking,
his arguments so flawless and his legal points so precise that the regulators had no response.
He had spent the last four hours systematically dismantling their objections,
showing them that his empire was too powerful to be hindered by minor bureaucratic delays.
The lead official cleared his throat,
shuffling his papers nervously,
unable to look Marcus directly in the eye after such a dominant display.
"Very well,
Mr.
Vance,"
the official conceded,
his voice trembling slightly,
"the documents are approved,
and the merger may proceed as scheduled."
Marcus stood up,
fastening the single button of his suit jacket,
giving a brief,
sharp nod to the men across the table.
"Julian will handle the final signatures,"
Marcus stated coldly,
"good day,
gentlemen."
He walked out of the room,
leaving a trail of relieved executives and defeated regulators in his wake,
his thoughts instantly shifting back to his family.
As he walked down the corridor toward his private office,
Julian hurried behind him,
holding his phone out with an urgent expression on his face.
"Sir,
there is a development from home,"
Julian reported,
his tone catching Marcus's immediate attention,
causing him to stop dead in his tracks.
"What happened?"
Marcus demanded,
his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper,
his protective instincts flaring up instantly at the mention of home.
"It seems Lord Sterling is causing trouble for Mrs.
Vance’s foundation,"
Julian explained,
handing the tablet over,
which displayed the details of the land dispute.
"He is threatening to revoke the lease for the new hospital wing,"
Julian continued,
"and he has requested a meeting with her to renegotiate."
Marcus’s eyes narrowed into slits,
a dark,
furious aura radiating from him that made Julian step back instinctively.
Lord Sterling was an old aristocratic fool who thought he could use his titles to bully people,
but he had no idea who Khloe belonged to.
"He thinks he can target my wife while I am away,"
Marcus hissed,
his hands clenching into tight fists,
his corporate persona completely vanishing into that of a protective husband.
"Find out where Sterling is right now,"
Marcus ordered,
his voice icy and filled with a promise of absolute destruction for anyone who dared cross his path.
"He is currently in London,
sir,"
Julian replied quickly,
having anticipated the question,
"attending a private club in Mayfair."
Marcus smirked,
a terrifying,
predatory look that signaled the end for his adversary,
as he turned toward the elevator.
"Cancel my flight for tonight,"
May you like
Marcus commanded,
"we are going to have a little chat with the Lord."
