Chapter 189: Veiled Threats
Marcus’s fingers danced across the screen of his phone as he dialed Mrs. Woodwell’s number, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. With each ring, anticipation bubbled within him, eager to see the reaction his words would elicit from the formidable matriarch.
After several moments, Mrs. Woodwell’s voice crackled through the line, sharp and commanding.
“Marcus,” she greeted curtly, her tone betraying none of the surprise that flickered in her eyes.
“Mrs. Woodwell,” Marcus replied smoothly, his voice dripping with honeyed charm. “I heard you’ve been making some interesting moves lately.”
There was a brief pause on the other end of the line, followed by a subtle shift in Mrs. Woodwell’s demeanor.
“And what, pray tell, would those be?” she asked, her tone laced with thinly veiled curiosity.
Marcus chuckled, a low, menacing sound that sent a chill down Mrs. Woodwell’s spine.
“Oh, you know,” he said cryptically. “Forming alliances, plotting my downfall. The usual.”
Mrs. Woodwell
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