Finding Love in the Boss’s Embrace After Divorce

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Chapter 1376 Returning to the Red Cauldron

It's all messed up.

Beryl drooped her head despondently, her gaze falling on her own feet. A surge of heat rose in her eyes, a mix of

grievance, anxiety, and helplessness sweeping over her in an instant. Everything ultimately pooled in her eyes,

turning into clear, crystal-like tears.

She didn't think so, nor did she want to make a deal with him. She was really grateful. No one had ever helped her

like this since she was a child. She suddenly didn't know how to express it, how to deal with it, and how to make him

misunderstand her in the worst way.

Marcellus left. What...what was she supposed to do?

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As Marcellus burst out of the hospital, he was clearly still angry. Standing at the hospital's entrance, he looked back

at the inpatient building and took a swing in the air.

He was absolutely livid!

For more than thirty years of his life, he'd been indifferent and insincere to women. When had he ever felt this

upset? Never. This was a first, and the feeling was far from pleasant.

He sat down on a nearby step, ignoring his image. He pulled out his phone, his temper flaring, and called Mike,

"Front of the hospital, get your ass here now!"

He hung up the phone with a snap. Less than half a minute later, a black business car parked smoothly by the

roadside. The driver, shaking slightly, got out and opened the car door, waiting by the side.

"Back to the Red Cauldron," Marcellus walked over grumpily, got into the car, and barked.

Mike reminded him in a low voice, "Mr. Perkins, Dean Anderson wanted to see you, he asked if you could spare

some time..."

"No time!" Marcellus rejected it without even thinking. He had to get away from this godforsaken hospital

immediately, or just the memory of Beryl's words could set him on fire.

Seeing the boss so angry, Mike didn't dare to say more and fell silent.

The streets at night were not crowded with cars. The empty street view and the vibrant neon lights in the city

center interlaced, giving a surreal feeling.

Marcellus was extremely frustrated. More accurately, he felt like there was a lump of air in his chest that wouldn't

go up or down, making him uncomfortable all over.

Never had a love affair affected him this much. He had done all he should do. Why didn't she understand? Was

saying something nice so hard?

After his towering rage, what followed was a depressing sense of loss.

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As they were approaching Red Cauldron, Marcellus suddenly asked Mike in the front seat, "Am I a failure in love?"

The abrupt question made Mike immediately tense. Sneaking a glance at the rearview mirror, he knew Marcellus

was a man who rarely took love seriously. After all, no one would believe him after so many insincere romances.

But with Beryl... looking at the gloom between Marcellus's eyebrows, he ventured, "Mr. Perkins, you've done a great

job with Miss Juliet."

This somewhat soothed the anxiety in Marcellus's heart.

Yes, even a third person said so, why didn't she understand?

Marcellus didn't respond. As soon as the car stopped, he quickly unbuckled his seat belt and got out. Waiters, the

manager, Mr. Moore, and familiar friends greeted him as he entered his private room. Within ten minutes, a group

of gorgeous girls from Red Cauldron came.

Under Mr. Moore's guidance, they lined up and went in, but in the end, only two were selected to stay.

Marcellus asked the bodyguards and Mr. Moore to leave, and soon, the sound of singing wafted out.