Chapter 317
He Clings to Me Every Nigh
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Alexander Marshall pointed at Michael Marshall, âLook at you! Youâre turning into a Bella Thompson, panting about hysterically!â
Michael Marshall shot back in defiance, âThatâs better than your snobbery!â
âWithout me backing you, could you have managed everything this easily? You donât appreciate your good fortune and behave like you are entitled to the whole world.â
âI donât want to argue with you.â
âThen , go upstairs and stay out of sight.â
âI am also a senior member of this family, why should I be the one going upstairs?â
Alexander Marshall finally lost his patience, raising his voice.âMichael Marshall, youâre becoming less and less reasonable. If you had any real ability, you wouldnât be living so wretchedly.â
With a loud bang, Michael Marshall threw his glass and stormed upstairs.
Alexander Marshall continued to rant, âYou and Bella Thompson, really are birds of a feather.â
After Michael Marshall left, the living room became quiet. Matthew Marshall said nothing and merely poured a cup of tea for his grandfather.
No matter the tumultuous emotions within him, Matthew Marshall kept them to himself. This stifling household was a challenge.
Matthew Marshall was waiting patiently for a chance to retaliate.
He was determined to become the decision-maker of the Marshall Family and would not allow his mother to suffer again.
In the kitchen, Olivia Jenkins and Daniel Marshall had heard the sound of shattering glass, but they chose to ignore it.
The domestic helper came out with the dish, and Olivia Jenkins and Daniel Marshall left the kitchen nonchalantly.
Olivia Jenkins served food for their grandfather first.
Alexander Marshall tasted it and nodded in approval, âI didnât know you can cook. This tastes good.â
Olivia Jenkins replied humbly, âGrandfather, the credit goes to our experienced cook. I am just a learner.
Daniel Marshallâs lips twitched into a slight smile, his face becoming softer, making his handsome features more pleasing. âGrandfather, if you donât mind, we can come often to cook, and to have meals with you.â
The smile on Alexander Marshallâs face deepened. âOkay, Iâll remember that.â
Olivia Jenkins gave a silly smile, and playfully said, âGrandfather, could I borrow your chef to learn some more recipes? Iâm currently working on a robot-cooking project. The robot-cooked food lacks the human touch and is not as delicious as the meals in Beverly Hills.â
Alexander Marshall raised his eyebrows, looking at Olivia Jenkins. âHow much total investment has Jenkins Group put into this robot project?â
âThatâs confidential to Jenkins Group, grandfather. I canât fully disclose it to you, but I can tell you that the robot project is our biggest one.â
âYouâre not trying to swallow up Light Media, are you?â
Matthew Marshall remained silent, calmly eating his meal. But the domestic helpers present kept their eyes on him.
If Light Media were taken over by the eldest young lady, then the younger son would lose everything. Everything about the Marshall Family would then be decided by the eldest son and his wife.
The old man didnât seem to be mad; he was giggling with the eldest young lady.
The domestic helpers were sighing inwardly. Now that the lady of the house was gone, the dynamics of the Marshall Family were changing. There might very well be a changing of the guard.
Without rushing her response, Olivia Jenkins first ate the prawn that Daniel Marshall had peeled for her. Afterward, she stated seriously, âThereâs this saying that we all mind our own business. Iâm not a particularly ambitious person, but if someone steps on me, I will definitely retaliate.â
Alexander Marshall nodded slightly, âThatâs fair enough. If thereâs anyone who isnât convinced and wants to compete, let me make it clear. Iâll turn a blind eye. Whoever loses, donât come crying to me, you took the bet so you have to suffer if you lose. I only ask for one thing, fair competition. Everyone heard that, right? No one is unclear about this?â
Daniel Marshall said meaningfully, âAs long as itâs fair, I donât care. If there are any deceitful intentions, Iâll make sure to respond until the bitter end..â