The Billionaire's Retribution

Chapter 136

Marcus stood in the ruins of the event hall, staring at the scattered champagne glasses, abandoned tables, and the wilted bouquets meant for a celebration that never happened. The crowd’s murmurs of discontent still echoed faintly in his mind. His knuckles were white as he gripped the edge of a podium, glaring at the exit Magnus and Lady Theresa had smugly walked through.

“Sabotaged right under my nose,” Marcus muttered to himself.

Marco approached him cautiously, his brotherly façade barely concealing the growing frustration beneath.

“They played you perfectly,” Marco whispered, leaning close. “But don’t let them see you like this. We’ve got damage control to handle.”

Mara stepped beside them, her previously radiant face now painted with a mix of confusion and frustration. “What’s the plan now, Marcus? Do we release a statement, try to spin this?”

Marcus exhaled heavily, pushing his emotions deep down where they couldn’t interfere with his next move. “No.” His voice was cold. Cal