Chapter 11 Arrogant Aralyn

• Philip looked hesitant and muttered, "Mom, this 1.5 million dollars in construction funds. If we divert it, our business will grind to a halt."
• Magnus reassured, "No worries, we'll have this money back in three days. With my connections, we might even turn it into 3 million dollars by then."
• Mary's eyes gleamed at the thought of 1.5 million into 3 million in three days. Where else could she find such a good deal?
• "Philip, transfer the money to Mr. Quinton immediately. Our future depends on him!"
• With Quinton's extravagant dowry still in her hands, Mary had no reservations whatsoever.
• Besides, with Mr. Quinton's social status, he wouldn't fail.
• Philip stopped objecting and transferred the money to Magnus without further delay.
• Magnus received the money and was bursting with joy internally, but his expression remained calm as he said, "Wait for my good news."
• Marc smirked; this time, the Cokes were done for. They fell for such a cliché scam without realizing it.
• But thinking about it, with the Quitons sending such a lavish dowry followed by Mr. Quinton appearing, the coincidence was too perfect to doubt.
• It proved that fate intended to destroy the Cokes.
• "Dear, Mr. Quinton has a big background. Find a chance to get close to him."
• "Let him help us pick a few stocks to make money."
• Mirabel whispered to Cassian, hatching a plan.
• Iris frowned. "Mom, I don't think this is reliable. Let's not rush into things. Besides, we don't have that much money."
• "Don't worry about it. We know what we're doing," Mirabel replied firmly.
• "Honey, Valentine's Day is in three days. How do you want to celebrate?"
• Magnus asked, hugging Oriel's waist and smiling.
• Oriel thought for a moment. "Hmm ... I'd like to hear Aralyn sing up close."
• Confidently, Magnus said, "Easy peasy. Leave it to me; I'll arrange it."
• When Iris heard the name Aralyn, a hint of longing appeared in her eyes.
• Aralyn was a top-tier singer in the country, her voice touching deep into the soul. Iris was a big fan.
• Unfortunately, their family's financial situation and the high ticket demand made attending Aralyn's concerts nearly impossible.
• Seeing that Magnus could arrange for Aralyn to perform, Iris couldn't help feeling envious.
• Marc noticed her expression and thought to himself,
• I guessed right. My wife really is a fan of Aralyn. Alright, in three days, I'll give her a surprise.
• After the banquet ended, Marc followed Iris home.
• Along the way, her parents-in-law were somewhat distracted, whispering to each other occasionally.
• When they got home, they went straight to their bedroom, closing the door to discuss private things.
• Marc sensed something was wrong and told Iris, "Darling, your parents seem still thinking about the stock issue. Please talk to them and tell them not to act rashly. Magnus is a fraud."
• Iris furrowed her beautiful brows slightly, feeling troubled.
• Without saying much, she went straight to bed.
• The following day, Marc dropped Iris off at her office building.
• "At 1 PM, wait for me here. I'll take you shopping for clothes," Iris said before heading to work.
• Marc hailed a taxi and headed to Egerton Group.
• Today, he needed to finalize things with Aralyn, among other arrangements.
• Egerton Group's office building was located in the bustling commercial district at the heart of Riverton.
• Rows of luxury cars were parked outside, none costing less than 150 thousand dollars.
• Everyone working here was part of the elite in society.
• Marc, dressed plainly, stood out starkly against this environment.
• "Marc! What are you doing here?" A woman's voice exclaimed from behind just as he was about to enter the office building.
• Turning around, Marc saw Aralyn, who had come to report to the company today.
• She was dressed provocatively, with very little fabric on her clothes, showcasing her long legs.
• Behind her were six black-clad bodyguards, all eyeing Marc warily.
• "Marc, are you following me?" Aralyn asked before he could say anything, rolling her eyes and looking at him with disdain.
• "I never thought you'd stoop to this level. Are you only interested now because I've become successful?"
• "I was too naive before. That's why I liked you. But that was many years ago. I hope you've forgotten about it," she added with a hint of bitterness.
• Marc shook his head slightly, feeling somewhat speechless. "Are you lecturing me? I did come because of you today, but I wasn't following you."
• Aralyn shrugged dismissively. "What's the difference? Your intention is still to bother me.
• "Marc, please be realistic.
• "There's too much of a gap in our social status for us to connect.
• "Forget it. I don't want to waste my breath with you."
• Aralyn pulled her chequebook from her bag, swiftly scribbled her name, and ripped it off, coldly stuffing it into Marc's hand.
• "Take the money and leave quickly. Isn't that why you're here?"
• "30 thousand dollars to buy your silence; don't spread rumours to the media.
• "I, Aralyn, can't afford to lose face!"
• Marc looked at the check in his hand, chuckling ruefully.
• After all these years, the once pure-hearted girl had been corrupted by materialism into this state of character.
• Marc wouldn't bother with her if it weren't for his wife liking her singing.
• Thinking this, Marc took out a lighter and lit the fire check.
• In Aralyn's shocked gaze, he pulled out a cigarette and used the burning check to light it.
• "You... You find this... too little?" Aralyn was on the verge of exploding with anger.
• Was this guy too greedy?
• Not satisfied with 30 thousand, did he want 300 thousand dollars instead? Who does he think he is?
• Marc took a drag from his cigarette, calmly saying, "We were classmates once. I want you to sing a few songs for my wife on Valentine's Day in two days.
• "The terms are up to you."
• Even the bodyguard behind Aralyn couldn't stand this anymore.
• This guy is a complete idiot!
• What kind of status does Ms. Kingsley have that he wants her to sing for his wife?
• His brain must be broken!
• "Ms. Kingsley, why waste time with this idiot? Let me handle it!"
• A burly bodyguard stepped up to Marc, rolling his sleeves and ready to act.
• Aralyn looked at Marc with pity and said, "I advise you to leave quickly. These bodyguards of mine are specially trained. One punch could break a wall. If you keep talking nonsense, I'm afraid they might just beat you to death!"
• Marc didn't reply. Instead, he narrowed his eyes at the bodyguard before him and asked in a low voice, "What did you just call me?"
• "I called you an idiot, so what!"
• The bodyguard was furious, raising a fist like a sandbag, ready to teach Marc a lesson.
• Shaking her head helplessly, Aralyn knew Marc was pushing it. If he got a beating now, he'd deserve it.
• "Go easy on him. Don't kill him,"
• Aralyn said, but before she finished her words, a muffled bang suddenly echoed in her ears.
• Then, an unbelievable scene unfolded!