Chapter 14 Sorry, Dad

• Florence glanced at Marc with evident surprise in her eyes.
• Isn't he just released from prison? How does he possess such insight?
• His manner of speaking earlier had been remarkably gentlemanly, hardly characteristic of someone with a criminal past.
• Meanwhile, Sam grimaced, his teeth audibly grinding in annoyance.
• In the presence of two beautiful women, having the spotlight stolen by an ex-convict was beyond embarrassing.
• "Are you talking nonsense?" Sam barked angrily.
• "What relax and clean are you talking about? You're even bringing in Greek mythology now!" he exclaimed incredulously.
• "Are you trying to recite stories with me?"
• Sam, infuriated, grabbed at his collar and shouted.
• At that moment, the shop assistant turned slowly, the smile disappeared without a trace.
• Marc's eloquence just now had left her deeply impressed.
• "Sir, I never expected you to have such exquisite taste!
• "What you said just now was simply more captivating than what our training instructors ever manage.
• "I sincerely apologize for my earlier rudeness!"
• Sam was so infuriated he nearly spat out blood. "What nonsense is this? Did he actually get it right?"
• The shop assistant glanced at Sam with a mixture of despair and disbelief, unable to respond and merely offering a strained smile.
• Florence covered her face, feeling utterly embarrassed.
• Marc had a stain on his record, but comparing Sam to him, Sam was like a mere stray dog.
• Iris smiled gently, unconsciously taking a couple of steps closer to Marc.
• She wasn't sure what she was feeling, but it was undeniably comforting.
• "Honey, I think we can skip trying on this dress. Let's just buy it," Marc suggested.
• Iris's smile froze for a moment as she pressed her lips together.
• Iris admitted with a touch of embarrassment. "But I can't afford it."
• Marc smiled confidently. "A dress this beautiful deserves to be bought by your husband."
• Iris frowned slightly, unsure how to reply.
• She didn't want to accept things from Marc without reason, but she truly adored this dress.
• It was a dilemma.
• Besides, could Marc afford such an expensive piece of clothing?
• At that moment, the young shop assistant smiled apologetically and said to Marc, "Sir, I'm really sorry, but this dress has already been reserved.
• "Though I would love to sell it to you, business should be conducted with honesty, wouldn't you agree?"
• Marc acknowledged with a sigh, feeling a pang of disappointment.
• Since the dress had already been spoken for, he couldn't rightfully take it away from someone else.
• He glanced at Iris, noticing a deep sense of disappointment in her eyes. Suddenly, he changed his mind.
• If my wife loves it so much, why worry about the rest?
• Just buy it!
• "I understand your situation. How about this?
• "I'll pay double the price."
• Marc proposed earnestly, holding up two fingers.
• "Pfft! Hahaha ... "
• Suddenly, Sam burst into laughter, holding his stomach as he pointed at Marc.
• "Didn't you grow up drinking fake baby formula or something?
• "A convict like you, thinking of buying such an expensive dress!
• "And offering double the price, like you're playing cards or something!
• "If you can afford it, I'll call you Dad!"
• Iris and Florence felt their tempers flare, and they turned to Sam sharply, commanding, "Shut up!"
• Even the young shop assistant's face showed displeasure as she angrily glared at Sam.
• Puzzled, Sam scratched his head. Did I say something wrong? Why is everyone so worked up, ready to pounce?
• Marc nodded knowingly, gesturing towards Sam. "Mark your words."
• Then, Marc reached into his pocket to pull out his card for payment.
• But as he started to move, Marc suddenly realized something.
• Oh no, my bank card is still with Lucas! This is embarrassing.
• Seeing Marc's expression, Sam immediately guessed that he couldn't pay the bill and burst into laughter, taunting,
• "So, forgot your wallet?
• "Or did you leave your card on the bus?
• "Need me to lend you some money to get by?"
• Marc completely ignored him, offering Iris an apologetic smile instead.
• "Sorry, honey, I really forgot my bank card. Please wait while I make a call."
• Marc apologized, pulling out his phone and dialling Eagle's number.
• "Bring my bank card here. I'll send you my location."
• Sam waved his hand sarcastically, saying, "Yeah, hurry up and call the International Union, Swiss banks or whatever, ask them to ship a few tons of gold to you.
• "Who do you think you are? Are you some kind of ace among ex-convicts, tossing around tens of thousands like it's nothing?"
• Iris shot Sam a fierce glare, her disdain palpable.
• How could my best friend be attracted to someone like him? It felt like jumping into a fire pit willingly.
• "No worries, darling. I'll handle this dress myself," Iris said angrily, retrieving her credit card from her purse and handing it to the young shop assistant.
• Why should I stop to Sam's level just to save face? Why let someone like him mock me?
• "Sam, can you please keep quiet? Silence doesn't make you dumb!" she retorted sharply.
• Florence snapped, pushing Sam firmly.
• "No matter how wealthy you are, you shouldn't belittle others like that! Doesn't everyone have their own dignity?"
• I made up my mind that I would never associate with this playboy again. He has such a bad character!
• Sam was seething with anger. Wasn't he just teasing Marc, the ex-convict?
• Why did Florence have to glare at him and act all high and mighty?
• Such a woman, unable to see the bigger picture!
• "I'm sorry, miss, but this card only has a limit of 7.5 thousand dollars," the young saleswoman apologized, returning the credit card to Iris with some embarrassment.
• "It's okay, I have another one," Iris reassured her, unfazed.
• Florence, displaying her loyalty, pulled out a credit card from her purse and said to Iris, "Let's consider this dress a shared purchase. Once you're done wearing it, I'll take my turn!"
• Iris smiled gratefully, touched by Florence's gesture.
• Unable to mask his disdain, Sam's expression soured. Florence hadn't sought his help at all, making him feel utterly insignificant.
• "You're all just a bunch of poor losers, making fools of yourselves here," he scoffed. "I'm not sticking around for this."
• As soon as the words fell, a man hurriedly ran in from outside—it was Eagle.
• Receiving Marc's call, he happened to be dining nearby and rushed over immediately.
• "Marc, I hope I'm not too late. Here's the bank card you asked for."
• Eagle took out a black card and respectfully handed it to Marc.
• Sam's mind buzzed instantly, his eyes widening in shock.
• This is ...
• This is the newly appointed chairman of Egerton Group!
• How could he be here, showing such respect to Marc?
• Sam was stunned, feeling a chill down his spine. Just this morning, he had represented his company in negotiations with Egerton Group and had glimpsed Eagle from a distance.
• Never would he have thought ...
• He was actually Marc's associate!
• Egerton Group, Marc Egerton ...
• Holy cow!
• Sam didn't dare to think any further and only felt deeply frightened.
• Whatever the connection between Marc and Egerton Group, with his ties to Eagle, the prospect of dismantling the Wagners was just a matter of minutes!
• By humiliating Marc earlier, he had practically flirted with disaster!
• "Sorry, Dad. I was an idiot just now. Please don't lower yourself to my level!"
• After Eagle left, Sam hung his head and approached Marc, slapping himself hard across the face, on the verge of tears.