Rags to Riches

Chapter 18 Someone Untouchable

Everyone fell into a dazed stupor at that moment.

Even Henry and Zoe's brains went blank, and they wondered if they had misheard it.

"Have you lost your mind, Marcus?" Vivian snapped while yanking the hem of Marcus' sleeve. At the same time, she mentally screamed at the thought of paying ten million dollars.

Given her family's condition, Vivian could never afford to cover the compensation fees. As for the 500 million dollars of investment money, she had already put it into the company's funds, so her grandma would never let her touch a single dollar of it.

The most crucial part was that today's incident wasn't her or Marcus' fault.

"Warner, this woman's a Lorimer family member and works in the Lorimer Group at Cromford. That guy's her live-in husband. The Lorimer Group has a wealthy background, so preparing ten million dollars is a piece of cake for them," Henry immediately explained to Warner.

He couldn't care less if Marcus had admitted to the incident out of insanity or stupidity. All that mattered to him was getting someone to pay the compensation fees on his behalf.

Warner's eyes gleamed. It was indication enough that he was open to playing along with Henry. After all, he would lose his job if they didn't settle the score.

With a frosty scowl, he thundered at Marcus, "Hmph! Since you've admitted to it, hand over ten million dollars this instant! Otherwise, I'll have to apprehend you two and bring you to the Lorimer Group, where I'll demand the compensation fees directly from your family!"

"On what grounds? They were the ones who broke the vases! It has nothing to do with us!" Vivian's eyes narrowed to slits, knowing she would lose her shot at inheriting the company if Warner raised this issue with Nora.

"I don't care. Your husband has already admitted to doing it!" A sneer came from Warner, who crossed his arms over his chest.

He figured that getting the Lorimer family to pay for the damages would resolve the matter, and he could even extort some extra money from Henry later on.

"Indeed, I'm admitting to it. I'm also confessing that you, the caretaker, had instructed me to do so!" Marcus' eyes grew frosty as he held Warner's stare.

Warner had taken advantage of being the property caretaker to sneak outsiders into Hingbrook Hills. Not only that, but he also manipulated the truth to his benefit.

Marcus had only admitted to breaking the vases to see if Warner was an honorable caretaker who would justly punish the wrongdoers.

Alas, the outcome of his test left him deeply disappointed as the new owner of Hingbrook Hills' villas.

"Y-You're lying!" Taken aback by that sudden accusation, Warner's gaze hardened.

"I'm lying? Don't tell me there aren't any surveillance cameras in this massive villa. All you need to do is go through the footage of these cameras—A1408, B6502, and C9997—and the truth will be there!"

Marcus managed to casually point out the cameras' identification numbers. That was because he had already memorized the detailed map and blueprints Murray had given him, but none of the others knew that.

"W-Who the hell are you? How do you know so much about our villas' security camera setup?" Warner's eyes widened in trepidation.

Their surveillance cameras' identification numbers were highly confidential information.

"Who is he? He's someone untouchable, you damn fool! You can't afford to cross him!" A loud voice suddenly rang out. Then, an old man in a formal coat with a head full of white hair rushed over.

"M-Mr. Lanbrick?" Warner was so stunned that his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

The man before him, with a neutral but commanding stare, was none other than Quentin Lanbrick.

Quentin was the developer of Hingbrook Hills and the chairman of Hawkton Realty, one of the nation's top five real estate developing companies. He even had a net worth of at least one hundred billion.

It shocked Warner to see someone as exceptional as him travel all the way to a simple city like Cromford.

Sheer rage shrouded Quention's face when he saw Warner. Without uttering a word, he slapped the latter. He had traveled to Cromford to visit Marcus today, yet the first thing he received upon landing from his flight was a furious call from Murray.

It turned out that someone had offended his new benefactor.

"Hurry up and apologize to Mr. Coleman, you dimwit!" Quentin snarled through clenched teeth. He knew whoever handed over five billion dollars in cash to acquire all those villas was likely a powerful person.

More importantly, according to Murray's stern tone, it sounded like the new owner had an undeniable connection with the Pantheon of the Drakon.

With all that in mind, Quentin believed that offending Marcus was equivalent to ending one's life.

"M-Mr. Coleman?" Warren held his burning cheek while hearing a ringing in his head.

Was Marcus not the Lorimer family's live-in son-in-law? Why would a chairman with hundreds of billions of assets address him so formally?

Rage exploded within Quentin when he saw the former still gawking like an idiot. He stepped forward and forcefully kicked Waren's chest, causing the latter to cry out in agony on the ground.

"You piece of shit!"

After yelling at Warren, Quentin hastened toward Marcus and bowed deeply. "I'm so, so sorry, Mr. Coleman!"

He stayed in that position for the longest time, fearing that Marcus wouldn't forgive him.

Meanwhile, Henry and Zoe looked like they had just seen a ghost.

Never in a million years did they think someone that wealthy would bow and apologize to a live-in son-in-law. The two wondered if the world had gotten flipped upside down.

"Not again. How many secrets are you keeping from me?" Vivian mused while she narrowed her eyes at Marcus.

"Oh, well, I have nothing more to say since you've already apologized on his behalf. Now, how will we settle the issue with the broken vases?" came Marcus' reply, a light chuckle lingering in his tone.

"I'll pay for it!" Quentin didn't hesitate to shoulder the responsibility.

"So, can my wife and I leave now?" Marcus asked.

"Yes, my private jet is parked on the grassy field outside. You and your wife are welcome to use it."

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Upon landing, Vivian dragged Marcus into their home. She crossed her arms over her chest, her gaze burning holes into him.

"Don't you have anything to say to me, Marcus?" she questioned.