The Amazing Marcus Puth

Chapter 138.

The tycoon lord strode into the cottage, his nose wrinkling in distaste as he surveyed the dusty, abandoned interior. It was as if no one had set foot in the place for years. But then, his gaze landed on the old man, bound and helpless, and a mischievous smile spread across his face.

The old man's expression was unreadable, his eyes fixed on the tycoon lord with a piercing intensity. He didn't flinch, didn't speak, just kept staring as the tycoon lord pulled out a dusty chair, wiped it down with a flourish, and sat down.

"Long time, old man," the tycoon lord said, his grin widening, but the old man remained silent, his eyes never leaving the tycoon lord's face.

The Tycoon lord chuckled, a cold, mirthless sound.

"You know, today is not the day for you to play dumb," he sneered, but the old man remained silent, his eyes fixed on the tycoon lord with a piercing intensity.

The tycoon lord continued, his voice dripping with malice. "I used to think you were useless, a waste of space. But