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"It's not a big deal." Matysh did not say anything about his interest in Luca.

After all, that woman was Marcos' business partner. He had to keep it a secret without letting the old master, who

put benefits and interests before everything, find out about it.

The old master was able to guess what his son was thinking about. "Who caught your attention this time?"

Matysh looked up and glanced at the old master, saying indifferently, "Dad, I know my boundaries."

"You're getting older. Why don't you settle down, get married, and raise a chubby grandson for me?" said Old

Master Abaza. He knew Matysh and him were the same kind of people.

Although Matysh was playful, he would take his future wife's status and background seriously. That was why Old

Master Abaza was not worried that he would be like Marcos' father who married a commoner.

"I'm not ready yet. Dad, stop talking about this," replied Matysh. Marriage could take his freedom away. So far, he

had never fallen in love or thought of marrying a socialite.

After all, Matysh was not allowed to fool around if he married any of those women.

Those women were proud and arrogant. They had the same status he did. They would never yield to their

husbands. Hence, he would not be allowed to mess around. He might even have to cheer his wife up and give in to

her.

Matysh only wanted to be happy. He did not want to be bound by marriage and make his life miserable.

"You're a grown-up." Old Master Abaza's face was contorted with rage. At the end of the day, he was not planning

to let Marcos take over the family business. After all, half of the blood that Marcos carried in him came from that

unpresentable woman.

Old Master Abaza was already in the midst of choosing the perfect candidate to be Matysh's wife. Although Matysh

was popular for being a womanizer and an unfaithful man, he had a strong family background. Hence, there were

still many women who would be willing to marry Matysh.

Old Master Abaza was anxious about Matysh's marriage and future family. He wanted to raise Matysh's kids and

train them to be the successor of the family business.

When the time came, Marcos would be worthless. He would have to get out of the family.

"We'll see." Matysh knew what the old master had in mind.

Men were valuable no matter how old they were, especially the ones with high social standings like Matysh. Hence,

he still wanted to fool around.

“You can fool around, but don't get into deep trouble!" There was nothing the old master could do. He had no

choice but to let Matysh do as he wished. He deliberately shot a glance at Marcos when he said this to Matysh.

Matysh noticed the old master's gaze. He curled the corner of his lips and said, "Are you still worried about me? It's

been years and I've never gotten any woman pregnant with a grandchild. You can rest assured that I'll never do

such things."

Marcos' hands that were cutting the steak paused for a moment. They were talking about their dissatisfaction with

his status through hidden meanings.

Marcos placed his cutleries down on the table. Then, he picked up his wine glass and took a sip of red wine.

Every gesture he made was so perfect that it could be a textbook example of table manners. He worked hard to

study these etiquettes since he was young, but what did he get from learning all these and doing them right?

They simply despised him because of his mother's upbringing.

“Grandpa, why aren't you curious about the woman Uncle wants this time?" Marcos put down the wine glass and

looked at them with a smile on his face.

Matysh was startled, and he glowered at him.

How did Marcos know that he had not given up on her yet?

Matysh looked at how calm Marcos was, and he could feel a shiver run down his spine. Why did he have this feeling

about Marcos becoming shrewd and unpredictable after he took over the company?

"What are you trying to say?" the old master asked.

"Nothing. I think it'll be better to leave some of the matters for Uncle to tell you himself." Marcos picked up the

napkin and wiped his mouth. He rose to his feet with a smile lingering on his face as he added, "I'm done. I'm going

upstairs to do some work."

As the old master watched Marcos leave the table, there was a hint of shrewdness in his cloudy eyes. Then, his

gaze fell on Matysh's face again. He said, "Tell me. What's the matter?"

"Dad, I know what I'm doing. Don't listen to him." Matysh did not tell him.

The old master heard this and stopped talking about the subject. He said something significant, "Marcos is getting

harder to control."

Matysh smiled and said disdainfully, "No matter how capable he is, the company shares are still in our hands. Dad,

don't worry."

On the other hand.

Marcos returned to his study after he left the dining room.

He opened his inbox and sent an encrypted file to Luke with the remark: [The password is 'mst'. I look forward to

working with you.]

Luke was sitting in the lounge at the airport. His flight was delayed because of the snowstorm. Hence, he was sitting

here, waiting for the pre-boarding announcement together with Luca.

His phone rang. He picked his phone up and glanced at it, then he immediately tapped on the file in his email.

Jason brought a few cups of coffee and walked toward them. “Boss, would you like to have some coffee?"

Luke did not take it from him. He replied to Jason while he was typing the password, "Put it down." Jason put the cup

of coffee down and looked at Luca. He raised another cup of coffee that he was holding in his hand and asked her if

she wanted it by giving her a glance.

Luca shook her head. She did not really need the coffee.

Jason held the cup of coffee and returned to his seat.

Luke was reading the file that Marcos had sent to him. After he decrypted the file, he saw that the file contained

everything about the skeletons in Matysh's closet.

Luke had conducted a background investigation on the important family members in Marcos' family, but it was

unlikely that he would be able to dig out such detailed information about the family.

After all, wealthy families like these were not allowed to have any scandals.

Sometimes, it was unavoidable, so they would normally ask their PR teams to quickly handle all the scandals.

As for the reason why Marcos would send this information to him... Luke lifted his head and glanced at Luca, who

was sitting opposite him. It was because of her.

Marcos was reminding him that Matysh had not given up the idea of getting Luca. If Matysh did something behind

their backs, Luke would be able to stop him with all this information.

Luca noticed Luke's gaze was on her. She lifted her head and looked at Luke too.

"Mr. Crawford, what's the matter?" Luca noticed that the expression on Luke's face was gloomy.

Was Luke getting impatient because of the flight delay?

Luke picked up the cup of coffee and took a sip. Luca had nothing to do with Matysh's matter. He could not blame

Luca for it. It pissed him off knowing that the other men were always eyeing his woman.

No matter if it was now or in the past.

However, she still belonged to him no matter who was eyeing her.

"Nothing." Luke put down his cup of coffee and asked Luca, "Would you like to eat something?"

"I'm not hungry," said Luca as she shook her head.

Luke took his eyes off Luca and sent a message to Marcos: [Thank you.]

[Safe flight.] Marcos did not say anything else about the matter. He just expressed his well wishes.

Luke kept his phone in his pocket.

An announcement was made at this moment. The passengers taking the flight were allowed to board the plane

now.

The announcement was made in Russian. Luke and Luca stood up at the same time. Jason and the others stood up

too when they saw them standing up.

Luke said without an expression on his face, "It's time to board."

They boarded the plane one after another and left Russia.

Luca's seat was arranged next to Luke's. After Luca boarded the plane, she asked for a blanket from the

stewardess. Then, she covered herself with the blanket and began to rest.