Chapter 11

Hearing the commotion at the first-floor reception, he thought something was up. Instead, he saw the guards trying to force Serena out.

Marcus laughed, "Oh! I wondered who it was.Turns out it's you, you witch."

Serena hadn't expected to run into Marcus here, of all places.

She retorted, "Marcus, you better watch your mouth. After all, I'm your Aunt-in-law! Disrespect me and I'll have your uncle deal with you!"

"Ha..." Marcua spat, pulling out his phone to show her a picture Katrina had sent him.

"Oh, Aunt-in-law, huh? How pathetic! How does it feel to be dumped right after getting the marriage certificate?"

"Do you even know what kind of person my uncle is? You dare play games with him? You'll just end up alone, left on your own on your wedding day. How does that feel? Not great,right?"

Serena frowned slightly but didn't truly get angry.

She replied coolly, "Are you done talking?"

Marcus shouted, "Not yet! Since you're all alone, why not be my lover? I'll spoil you! Make you happy every day..."

"Smack..."

Serena slapped him hard across the face.

The loud slap echoed through the lobby, startling the two women at the front desk and leaving the nearby security guards in shock.

This woman had guts, daring to hit Marcus. She must not care about getting out of here in one piece!

"You wretched woman, how dare you...," Marcus snarled, grabbing Serena's wrist.

"You're nothing but trash, already used up by my uncle. I wouldn't even bother with leftovers like you!"

Serena remained unfazed. "If I'm so beneath you, then why don't you let go?"

Wayne, fueled by the alcohol, had his judgment clouded by that slap.

"I'm not letting go, so what are you gonna do about it?”

"Marcus, do you want to lose that hand of yours?" Damien's lazy voice drifted over from the direction of the stairs. His tone was calm but carried a hint of warning.

Marcus flinched as if shocked, releasing his grip with a look of resentment, though he had no choice but to let go. "Uncle... she..."

Damien's voice remained lazy, yet there was an undercurrent of subtle anger. "Trying to say she was flirting with you? Out of all these people here, she chose you?"

"Uncle, you know she and I..." Marcus, emboldened by alcohol, dared to speak up.

Normally, he avoided Damien like a mouse avoids a cat, keeping as much distance as possible. Even more so now that he was older.

When he was a kid, Damien would strip him down and toss him outside whenever he acted up. As an adult, the fear stemmed from the company's financial mess.

If Damien discovered the mess, Marcus risked being kicked out of the Kade family business.

With his uncle back, Marcus knew he had to patch up the financial holes quickly or he'd be the one shown the door.

"Marcus, she's my legal wife now. I suggest you show some respect to your aunt from now on..."

The implication was clear: they were once engaged, but now they were officially married. Marcus had better show some respect. He was too angry to speak.

Legal wife—there was no arguing with that. Not only were they married, but they had also shared it on social media.

Now, the whole world knew they were officially married. Even someone as reserved as Uncle Damien, who never posted on social media, had made an exception for this woman.

Marcus had gone out to meet clients today and hadn't planned on drinking so much, but after seeing the social media post, he couldn't control his emotions and erupted.

He was so unwilling to accept it.

That damn woman had really become his aunt. He was the one who had left Serena first, so why couldn't he let go?What kind of magic did this woman possess?

The security and reception staff were all stunned. My goodness, this girl was really the CEO's wife? they had just done something ridiculous, mistaking her for some random woman from outside.

Damien didn't pay attention to Marcus's anger but instead gently took Serena's hand. "Does your hand hurt?"

His concerned tone was nothing like the man who had left Serena alone at the marriage office.

Serena pouted pitifully, looking all aggrieved. "Honey, it's not just my hand that hurts, my heart does too. Your company's staff really needs a change."

Damien nodded. "If you don't like them, we'll change them."

His doting tone made it clear they were very much in love.

Serena smiled and snuggled into Damien’s embrace, pulling out her phone to play a video she had recorded.

She played it on speaker for everyone to hear.

The faces of the two women at the front desk changed instantly and they hurriedly tried to explain, but Damien wouldn't listen.

He coldly said, "Collect your paychecks from finance and leave."

The two women, who had previously been so arrogant, now had tears the size of beans rolling down their cheeks. Damien showed no mercy.

The security guards involved were given a warning, but not fired, as they hadn't actively participated in bullying Serena, they were merely following the front desk's instructions to escort someone out.

In the CEO's office, Serena sat directly on Damien's lap, showering him with praise.

"Honey, you looked so amazing just now."

Damien wrapped his arms around Serena's slender waist, his warm hands familiarly roaming over the thin fabric of her clothes, the air thick with a sticky, intimate tension.

"You didn't come to the office just to have me fire a few employees, did you?" he asked, his hand already slipping under her white T-shirt, touching the smooth skin that made him lose control.

Thinking about her passion from the night before, he was instantly ignited.

"Knock, knock..."

Just as he was about to undo those pesky buttons, a delicate hand stopped him.

"Someone's outside. Isn't this a bit inappropriate?" Serena smiled like a sly little fox. She had lit the fire but wasn't planning to put it out, truly a teasing little minx!

"Do you really care about this?" Serena laughed as she slid off Damien's lap.