Even though Marcus's words were soft, they were packed with a hidden punch.
"Relax, Marc. I ain't gonna hurt a girl who can't defend herself." Zavier grinned, pouring another round of drinks for Marcus, "Told ya, all I want is to snatch Cornelia from your side. Just so you know how it feels to have your favorite woman taken away."
Zavier had a nickname that sent shivers down people's spines - the Madman. His insanity was something nobody could predict. Once, just to beat a rival, he willingly gave up two of his own branches. Even if both sides got bruised, he wouldn't give his opponent an inch of advantage.
Marcus picked up his drink again, downing it in one gulp. Despite the pain twisting in his stomach, he kept a cool facade.
He knew deep down, Zavier was planning to set him up today. And it was bound to happen after he was drowned in booze. To get to the bottom of Zavier's scheme, Marcus downed a few drinks in a row.
After drinking a hefty amount of red wine, Marcus's senses started to blur. But he knew it wasn't the alcohol, it was the smell in the room.
Courtney had pulled something like this on him and Cornelia before, so he noticed the moment he walked in. He just didn't expect Zavier to use the same trick.
He almost wanted to laugh, "Zavier, you're stooping this low now?"
Zavier was once framed by this very trick, forcing him into a marriage with Skyler. That was why he despised anyone who used it. Who'd have thought, one day, he'd become the very thing he hated.
Zavier swirled the wine in his glass, responding with brutal honesty, "Marc, for Skyler, I'm not just gonna stoop low. I'll do things I can't even believe I'm capable of."
"Huh." Marcus chuckled.
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