After he turned around, his smile disappeared, a hint of cunning flickered over his eyes.
Except for Eric, no one knew that the invitation cards sent to some of the guests had specially requested them to bring a plus-one.
These more than a dozen couples had ever had grudges with him.
In the business world, even if there is strife, business people give tacit consent to maintain the fake politeness between them and always show a smiling face to each other.
The waiters and waitresses all greeted him with respect wherever Marcos passed by.
The bunny girl bent her knees on one leg, supported herself with the cane, and saluted Marcos.
"Is this called killing people without spilling blood?" Eric bantered.
He was leaning back on the chair, playing with the lighter.
"It's just a small lesson for them," answered Marcos.
Nancy frowned, looking at Marcos strangely.
He looks familiar. Have we met somewhere?
