The Billionaire's Retribution

Chapter 144

The elevator ride to the underground parking garage felt endless, the hum of tension thick between them. As the doors slid open with a soft chime, the cold air hit them, carrying the faint scent of motor oil and concrete. The garage was dimly lit, rows of luxury cars casting long shadows on the floor.

And then, Marcus saw him.

Magnus leaned casually against a sleek black sports car, his arms folded across his chest, a smug grin plastered on his face. He wasn’t alone. Two burly men—likely hired muscle—stood nearby, their expressions cold and predatory. Theresa was there too, perched elegantly on the hood of the car, her arms crossed in amusement as if she were watching a performance unfold.

“Well, well, well,” Magnus drawled, pushing off the car as Marcus and Mara approached. “I was wondering when you’d show up.”

Marcus stopped a few feet away, keeping his posture relaxed but ready. “You’re making this mistake, Magnus. Walk away now, and this ends here.”

Magnus chuckled darkly, the sou