My Harem Will Help Me Get My Revenge-Chapter 62: [ - - 54] - Back to where they belong

Chapter - 54

"Try it, bastard," Lucius said, voice low, "Let’s see who gets buried this time."

Marcus’s face twisted in rage.

His pride had been torn apart in front of everyone. His plan had failed, his secrets exposed. So now he had only one hope left... Master Lei.

He turned sharply toward the door.

"Master Lei!" Marcus barked at the top of his voice. And after that silence swept through the room.

Everyone in the room just watched and turned to look towards the door.

But even after about a minute, nothing happened. No sound of footsteps. No creak of the door. No one came.

Marcus’s eyes twitched. He walked a few steps closer and shouted louder.

"Master Lei!"

Still nothing.

Marcus’s hand curled into a fist. A vein popped near his temple.

He muttered a curse under his breath, voice low and sharp, "Useless dog..."

Seeing him so helpless and irritated Iris was amused as she stepped forward, her face calm, lips curved in a small, smug smirk.

Her hips swayed gently as she walked past Marcus without even looking at him.

She stopped beside Lucius and looked toward the door.

"Maybe your Master Lei is busy somewhere," she said softly, her voice like silk, "or maybe... he already knows it’s over."

Lucius smiled slightly, eyes still locked on Marcus. Marcus gritted his teeth and pushed the doors open with both hands.

Outside the room, in the long corridor, stood two men.

Master Lei was on the left, standing still like a statue, arms behind his back.

And beside him stood someone else, a much older man, someone Marcus did not recognise.

He looked like a classic butler from an old empire.

Tall and thin, with a perfectly straight posture. His skin was pale, almost paper-thin, and covered in fine wrinkles. His hair was silver-white and combed neatly backward. He wore a black waistcoat over a crisp white shirt, with a deep red handkerchief in his front pocket. His trousers were ironed without a single crease, and his black gloves looked freshly polished. A pocket watch chain hung from his vest. His face showed no emotion.

His eyes were cold... sharp... old.

Marcus’s steps slowed.

He didn’t expect to see the old man. He had only called for Master Lei.

The two stood silently. Not moving. Not blinking. Watching.

Marcus stood frozen for a moment. Then his anger returned.

He pointed at Master Lei.

"What are you doing?" he snapped, "Enjoying your time?"

But Master Lei did not turn his face away from the old man. His face was blank. Eyes calm.

Marcus’s jaw tightened.

"You work for me," he growled, stepping forward, "I made you who you are. Don’t stand there like a statue! Are you deaf? Dumb?"

No response.

Marcus’s voice rose louder.

"I asked you to come in and handle him! Kill that cocky bastard! And what are you doing? Standing outside like a puppy waiting for orders?"

Still... no reply. Master lei and the old man simply stared at each other.

And that silence only made Marcus angrier.

He snapped.

"You piece of shit!" he shouted, spit flying from his mouth, "Do you know who I am? I don’t care if you have got skills. If you are not loyal, you are trash! You hear me?"

He was shaking now, but Lei had decided not to move an inch.

Lucius stood by the door now, watching the scene unfold. A slow smile spread on his face.

The butler tilted his head ever so slightly, like he was measuring Marcus with his eyes.

Inside, Iris watched with a mix of amusement and curiosity.

Mr. Singh took another sip of his drink and muttered, "This is getting better day by day."

Marcus’s voice cracked with rage, "You are my dog, Lei! I feed you, pay you. And you are just going to stand there while that bastard inside mocks me?"

"You should have slit his throat last night! But you had to fucking play cool."

Master Lei’s face finally changed and the calm and blank expression he had kept so far was gone.

His lips tightened. His eyes narrowed. His jaw moved as if grinding his teeth from inside.

Enough was enough, he should not have crossed the line in front of this old man.

"Watch your words, Mr Marcus," Master Lei said in a cold, low voice, "You are walking a dangerous path."

But Marcus wasn’t wasn’t in the mood to listen. He stepped even closer, his finger pointing straight at Master Lei’s chest.

"Dangerous?" Marcus scoffed, "You are my dog. You don’t threaten me. I can buy ten like you!"

Master Lei’s eyes twitched. He took one slow step forward.

Marcus faltered slightly but tried to keep his pride.

Marcus yelled, "I will break you, old man!"

Master Lei’s lips curled—not into a smile, but something darker.

"You forget who I am," he said softly, "You are nothing without the money you have."

He leaned in closer, his voice sharp and deadly.

"You are weak, loud, and full of air. I can crush you like the insect you are," Master Lei whispered in his ears.

"But you are still alive and fluttering non-stop. Why is that?"

"If not for The Cockroach," he continued, his voice like a whisper made of steel, "So don’t cross the line with me vermin. I don’t care you live or die."

Marcus’s face went pale.

His breath caught in his throat.

Master Lei stood tall, letting the fear hang in the air. He then turned around with a sharp movement and walked away without looking back.

His long coat flowed behind him as his boots echoed on the marble floor.

Marcus didn’t move.

His knees slightly bent, sweat on his forehead. His pride was shattered.

The old man, who had watched everything silently, took slow, quiet steps toward Iris.

He stopped in front of her and gave a slight, respectful bow.

His voice was quiet but full of age and grace.

"I take it everything has been sorted, young miss?"

Iris gave a small nod, "Yes. Everything is under control now."

The old man straightened and then slowly turned his eyes to Lucius.

He looked at him from top to bottom, calmly.

His face didn’t change. His eyes showed no emotion. Just a calm observation.

Lucius raised an eyebrow, not sure if he was being tested or judged.

But the old man said nothing. He turned around and walked away, just as silent as he had come.

The atmosphere inside the room slowly settled.

Lucius stepped closer to Mr. Singh, his voice casual again.

"Well," he said, "that got a bit intense, didn’t it?"

Mr. Singh chuckled and raised his glass again.

"Intense? It was better than half the dramas I have seen in my life," He looked genuinely amused with whatever transpired in front of them.

"And you, young man... you certainly know how to stir the room."

Lucius smiled. As he shrugged with his hands in his pockets, "Only when the room needs stirring, sir."

Mr. Singh then looked at Iris with a smile.

"Well then, young lady... shall we discuss the final details?"

Iris nodded politely, "Of course."

The meeting went on for a little while. Documents were exchanged. Final terms were discussed. Everything was done smoothly and quickly.

After it was all over, Mr. Singh stood up and clapped his hands lightly.

"Well! That went better than I expected. Now... I insist you both stay for lunch. It’s the least I can do after such a fine company."

Iris stood up with her usual grace. Her expression remained calm, but her tone was polite.

"I am afraid we have to decline. We have already taken too much of your time... and we are on a tight schedule."

Mr. Singh smiled, slightly disappointed but understanding.

"Fair enough. But perhaps I can keep this young man with me for a bit longer?" he asked half-jokingly, looking at Lucius.

Iris turned slightly to Lucius, then back to Mr. Singh.

"I am afraid I need him," she said, her tone firm but still respectful.

Lucius chuckled, "Looks like I am a valuable asset now."

Mr. Singh laughed lightly, "Ah, possessive, I see."

He stepped forward and shook Mr. Singh’s hand.

"Still, you are always welcome to drop by anytime. Your taste in wine alone earns you an open door."

Mr. Singh laughed loudly.

Mr. Singh laughed heartily and patted Lucius on the shoulder, "You, my boy, are dangerous."

Lucius winked, "So they tell me."

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"Well, well, I will certainly miss you."

Gopal opened the door for Iris as they stopped in front of their private jet. It was time to say goodbye. And like always, Gopal was dressed in his usual elegant white kurta and dhoti, dark shades on, and a charming grin on his face.

Lucius smiled, "Gopal. My man! I will miss you too."

But Gopal just ignored him and turned his attention towards Iris, "Whenever you are in town, don’t forget your chariot awaits, miss."

Iris stepped out gracefully.

"Thank you, Gopal," she said, surprisingly soft.

She pulled out a small card and held it out to him.

"Take this. This is for all your help."

Gopal’s eyes widened, "Arrey, madam... please, this is too much. I only did what I had to. You don’t need to pay me for some sugary words."

Lucius gave him a light push on the shoulder, "Take it, old friend. Do you know how hard it is to get her to give money? You are practically a miracle."

Iris raised an eyebrow slightly but said nothing.

Gopal took the card hesitantly, then bowed his head.

"Thank you, madam. You honour me."

Lucius patted Gopal’s back, "Try not to spend it all on vintage sunglasses."

Gopal smiled, "No promises."

They all shared a light moment, and then Iris climbed up the short steps into the jet.

Lucius followed behind, but just before entering, he turned and looked at Gopal.

"Take care of yourself."

Gopal just smiled, "Don’t get soft on me, killer boy. But you take care of her. She’s a firecracker."

Lucius smirked, "Oh, I know."

Gopal gave a two-finger salute and watched as Lucius climbed up the stairs into the jet.

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