Chapter 802: 802: Giving Daniel Marshall Some Ideas

Martin Wallace said gravely, “Fine, just wait and see them get a divorce. I dare say Olivia Jenkins is serious this time, she’s run out of options.”

Adam Howard looked down, not making a sound.@@novelbin@@

After a sigh, Martin stood up, “If I get beaten up, and you hear a scream, please pull me out of there, alright? We can’t add a dark cloud over Jordan Bennett’s wedding. I hear Jordan Bennett’s wife is pregnant. If they had a child, would they still end up at this point?”

Adam remained silent, glaring at Martin.

Shaking his head, Martin left Adam’s office.

Before Martin even reached the entrance to the CEO’s office, he was stopped by Secretary-general Saunders, “Lawyer Wallace, please go back. Chief Daniel Marshall won’t see you. He says that if you refuse to leave and keep blabbering nonsense, he’ll have security throw you out.”

Martin ignored Secretary-general Saunders and continued forward. Suddenly, Secretary-general Saunders blocked his path again, “Sorry, you really can’t take another step forward. This is already a restricted area for you.”

Martin frowned slightly, squinting his eyes, “Tell him that avoiding the issue isn’t a solution. He has to face it eventually.”

Secretary-general Saunders was about to deny Martin entry again, when unexpectedly, Adam walked over, striding past Secretary-general Saunders and pushing open the door to the CEO’s office.

Adam then gave Martin a look, signaling him to hurry in.

In an instant, Martin smiled, patted Adam’s shoulder, and entered the CEO’s office.

Secretary-general Saunders tried to stop him, but Adam stared at him fiercely, “This is none of your business anymore. Go back to your seat, I’ll handle this.”

Secretary-general Saunders, hesitating, finally sat down in his own seat.

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Daniel Marshall’s office was filled with the heavy scent of tobacco.

At that moment, Daniel was also smoking. His sensual, thin lips slightly parted, exhaling faint rings of smoke, his eyes narrowed, his ominous gaze fixed on every move at the doorway.

After Martin and Adam came in and shut the door, they sat down in front of Daniel.

No one spoke. Adam and Martin also lit up cigarettes and began to smoke.

A moment later, Daniel, with anger in his eyes, glared hard at Martin, “Get out!”

Martin spread his hands innocently, “I don’t want to stir up trouble either, but if I don’t take the case, you’ll be in more trouble. Your wife means it, even if you don’t want a divorce, after two years of separation, she will sue for divorce in court. By that time, there’s a very high chance of a divorce being granted.

I’m not forcing you to divorce. I’m just letting you be aware of the importance of separation, and you need to think about how to deal with it. I talked to your wife, and I feel her attitude is stronger than before, leaving no room for turning back. If she can’t divorce, she will separate.”

All of a sudden, Adam patted Martin, “You can go now, you’ve said what you wanted to say.”

Martin flicked the ash from his cigarette, took a puff, then exhaled a swirling cloud of smoke, “As a lawyer, I’ve said everything I needed to say, but aren’t we brothers? Now that my work is done, can’t we catch up for old times’ sake?

Olivia Jenkins came to me probably because she wants a peaceful solution and doesn’t want to make things ugly. She’s probably also mindful of the dignity of both families, opting for a more low-key approach, given there are elderly in both families who might be stressed by a commotion.

Actually, separating for two years might not be a bad thing. Who can guarantee that something won’t change in those two years? If there’s still a lingering connection, that’s a different story. I’ve asked her. She’ll definitely attend the wedding tomorrow.”

Daniel Marshall’s eyes, sharp as an eagle’s, were fierce and ice-cold, full of deadly edge. The voice that exploded from between his teeth was as chilling as an icehouse, “Get out!”