The heartless mafia Alpha king

Chapter 41 Bringing bad news

Double freaking update
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After a while of settling, "so," Marcos' father called the clattering and clanking of spoons and forks against the dishes. "Won't you introduce us to your mate Marcos?"

Keeping his face as cold as it always was, "not now," he said, with a slight crease between his brows, adding without a pause, "I'm eating."

"I am just so eager to get to know a new addition to the family; what's wrong with that?" Not minding the reproach in his son's voice, his thick skin acted like a shield.

Marcos face was filled with disdain. "And I thought I was lacking in patience and manners, but I underestimated you." He scoffed.

"Marcos," Lisa whispered his name, using her little palm to bring a little comfort to him.

She knew everything this man did to Marcos, but she still couldn't take him talking to his father like this in front of his younger brother.

What kind of education was he giving his younger brother?
How can you be cold and unfeeling in the face of your father?

She felt a warm grip around her hand. She looked down, only to see his huge hand envelope hers.

"I am sorry for his manners, my dear," Marcos' father said. "I failed terribly as a father by not teaching him well."

This time, Lisa looked up.
What kind of father was this? Did he really think Marcos didn't hint at his evil deeds?

She looked up at Marcos' face, and sure enough, she saw his face twitch.

She held him tighter in comfort.

Marcos gritted out with suppressed rage, "You are really shameless; do you know that?"

Saying cheekily, "I wouldn't be where I am today if it weren't for that."

"And you are proud?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" Marcos' father snorted, "That's how I made you become what you are today; are you going to deny it?"

"I'd rather you stop saying you made me." Marcos said it coldly.

With a sigh, she said, "We've already had this talk before. Now I do not want to repeat it in front of so many people. Our disputes."

"Who cares what you want?" Marcos boredly said.

Not minding the malice in Marcos' words, Marcos' father chose to ignore him. "I see you've all eaten."

He turned to scan the dining hall.

With how fast the maids were, the dishes were already packed and in place, and desserts were neatly on the table.

"Damien," Marcos' father called the teenager, a few chairs away from him. "Won't you say hi to your older brother? He's been away for a very long time."

Dragging him into the conversation as leverage, Damien had no choice but to bite the bullet.

Speaking a little coldly, "We've seen; there's no need for any false added pleasantries."

Marcos' father burst out laughing. "He's so much like you!"

Knowing how bitter the youth felt, Marcos couldn't help showing a little sadness hidden deep within his eyes.

He clenched his other fist under the table.

It's all this man's fault (his father), and here he was, laughing at his face.

If only he could kill him and get away with it!

All in due time.

"You think it's funny?" Marcos asked, his clenched left fist loosened, and now he was on the table, circling the rim of a glass cup.