Callie, the beloved granddaughter of Elis, the legitimate daughter of Brandon, and the niece of Marcel, was endowed with countless favors.
This girl, proud throughout her life, in terms of family background, appearance, and talent, was the most eye-catching princess in Niarak.
No heiress from any wealthy family in Niarak could compare to her.
Young talents who liked her were as numerous as fish in the river, including some geniuses and the prominent second-generation figures in the political circles.
Even Travis wanted to marry her as his daughter-in-law.
And even the son of a military and political bigwig in Pelens had a great fondness for her.
To Madeline, Callie was like a star that could only be seen by looking up.
How could such a dignified beauty actually love her ex-husband?
Madeline’s heart tightened sharply, tears of pain nearly spilling, her lips turning pale.
Joel knelt on the ground, repeatedly kowtowing to Marcel, “Mr. Hill, I was wrong, I won’t dare to insult Mr. Clark again.”
“Please spare me, spare me! I don’t want to die in the cesspit, I haven’t lived enough yet, wuwu…”
Who was Marcel?
This kind of figure, who could navigate both sides of the law, with tactics second only to Orion, had blood on his hands!
Did he really dare to do such a thing?
Joel couldn’t imagine that just by insulting Flynn a little, Marcel would want to drown him…
“Smack!”
Marcel impatiently slapped Joel, knocking him to the ground, his face full of disgust.
“Babbling nonsense, so annoying! Someone, drag him away, break his limbs, and throw him into the pigsty!”
Four bodyguards rushed up to drag Joel away.
Just then, a voice came from the staircase.
“Mr. Hill, what’s going on?”
Trusova was leading Flynn downstairs.
The wailing of Joel had alarmed him.
Dozens of black-clad bodyguards cleared the way, with Krish respectfully following behind, unable to even stand up straight.
Like an eunuch beside the emperor, extremely obsequious.
It was a far cry from his domineering attitude in front of Madeline, like two different people.
Marcel’s expression froze, hurriedly going up to apologize.
“Mr. Clark, I’m sorry for disturbing your meal, I deserve a thousand deaths!”
“But this idiot insulted you, I had no choice but to act!”
Everyone went crazy at this scene.
Their eyeballs almost fell to the ground.
This was Marcel!
A big shot who could navigate both sides of the law, the chairman of Peninsula Group, with over a hundred men under his command?
Places like Peninsula Hotel, he owned shares in more than a dozen of them in Niarak.
Most of the KTVs, bars, and nightclubs in half of Niarak basically had his shares.
Not to mention other illegal businesses.
Now, facing Flynn, he couldn’t even stand up straight?
For so many years, they had never seen Marcel show such respect to anyone.
Bowing ninety degrees, not daring to lift his head for a long time, fearing that Flynn would be displeased!
“It’s fine, I’ve finished eating.” Flynn stood at the top of the stairs, gently patting Marcel’s shoulder.
“Yes!” Only then did Marcel slightly raise his head, still not standing upright, his brows and eyes lower than Flynn’s, not daring to meet his eyes.
The hall erupted again.
“Wow, this is so shocking, I thought the young man and Mr. Hill were friends, but it turns out his status is higher than Mr. Hill’s!”
“To be able to make the big boss of Niarak bow down at such a young age, his future achievements are probably beyond imagination!”
“Such a formidable figure, and yet Ms. Kaur actually divorced him! I really don’t understand what she’s thinking!”
“Yeah, if you have the ability yourself, you can handle it, why bother seeking help from others? I’m embarrassed for her!”
Everyone marveled at Marcel’s reverence for Flynn, shaking their heads involuntarily.
They thought Madeline was too foolish.
She could have lived luxuriously, but she insisted on seeking suffering.
One could only say this person was too despicable.
Madeline fiercely bit her lip.
Her entire face felt like it had been whipped, burning painfully, wishing she could find a hole to crawl into.
The man she herself looked down upon was now being treated with such respect by Marcel!
Even Krish, who was high above her, was now serving by Flynn’s side like a subordinate.
As Flynn descended the stairs, Krish led the way in front, afraid he might stumble.
Madeline had reason to believe that if Flynn wanted this restaurant, Marcel would happily offer it up!
And herself?
She had to beg Marcel for two hundred million in compensation, and got nothing!
“Mr. Clark, it’s all my fault for being blind and not recognizing the true big shot. Please spare me this once, I won’t dare again, never again!”
Joel crawled to Flynn, bowing repeatedly.
“You filthy thing, Mr. Clark allows even you to approach him?” Marcel kicked out at him.
Joel fell to the ground directly, tears of pain streaming down his face.
“That’s enough.” Flynn waved his hand lightly. “Spare his life.”
Marcel was stunned, saying, “But this guy just insulted you too much!”
The mention of “ex-wife” directly plunged Madeline into despair, making her lower her head deeply.
She wished she could just bash her head in.
She couldn’t even dare to look into Flynn’s eyes!
“I know, but there are many who offend me. If I were to break the legs of everyone who offended me, the hospitals would be full.”
“It’s late today, everyone should go back and rest.”
After he said this, Trusova took Flynn’s arm and walked out together.
Madeline’s mouth opened and closed, feeling very uncomfortable.
Shouldn’t he have said something for her?
Just a word, and Marcel would change his mind!
Yet Flynn didn’t even look at her, walking away with a foreign girl?!
Marcel could only give up, turning to Joel with a vicious expression, “You filthy thing, Mr. Clark is in a good mood today, otherwise I wouldn’t drown you!”
Joel trembled with fear, not daring to even fart.
Marcel glanced coldly at Joel, then turned to Madeline, squinting and shaking his head, saying, “I really don’t know what to say to you. A couple should have mutual affection, but when he insulted Mr. Clark just now, you didn’t even react?”
“Regret for the rest of your life!”
After saying this, Marcel strode out.
Clayton, seeing Flynn with a beauty by his side, couldn’t help but feel angry.
This was the second time he lost face in front of Flynn.
Scarlet, whom he liked, was in his embrace, and the person he was helping, Madeline, was his ex-wife.
What made Clayton grind his teeth even more was that from the moment Flynn descended the stairs to his departure, he never looked at him once!
More painful than being humiliated was being completely ignored by the enemy.
Clearly, Clayton had been ignored by Flynn.
Flynn, I can’t compete with your connections, but I’ll surpass you in rank!
I’ll assist Brandon, lead the Blade Special Forces to achieve good results.
Brandon will be promoted to Brigadier General, and I will become a Major!
Ostrad’s youngest Major!
The captain of the Blade Special Forces!
A rising star with real power, acquainted with countless military and political big shots!
I want to see then, whom Marcel and Michael Carlson will show respect to!
Listening to Marcel’s words, Madeline firmly clenched her fists, her heart filled with determination, “I will never regret it! Never!”
Flynn, you may have the power to make Marcel bow, but that’s your limit.
Compared to Nathan, you still have a long way to go!
My future lies in Eahta, shining throughout the world!
Flynn, wait and see, I will prove that you are not worthy of me!
Just wait!