chapter 113

Marcus dropped the call and pushed his chair back, standing up hastily.

“What exactly does he want?” Marcus asked himself as he gathered his things and began to make his way home.

As soon as he arrived home and walked into the mansion, he was stunned to mind his look-alike seated with exuding confidence on a chair with his legs crossed.

The way he was seated caused Marcus to feel a bit worried about his presence.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, dropping his bag on the dining table and walking up to him to get a clearer view of Marco's face.

“Hmm… we really do look alike,” Marco said, smiling without concern for Marcus's look of displeasure. “Aren't you happy to see me, Marcus? Your only surviving family member?”

Marcus scoffed at him and shook his head, trying to suppress the anger that was growing inside of him.

“You still haven't told me what you are doing here, Marco,” Marcus insisted, gazing at him with a haughty look of displeasure.

Marcus sustained that gaze for a s