The moment Marcos answered the call, a deafening sound came from the other side of the line. Even


    though Marcos did not turn on the speaker, he and Andy could hear it loud and clear in the suite.


    “Why was your phone turned off? Can you assure me that leaving M Group for you to manage is a wise


    choice?" Matysh''s voice was prating and ear-piercing. Marcos could even hear Matysh''s rage.


    As Marcos listened to him roaring with rage, it reminded him of all those dirty things that Matysh had


    done. His hands were trembling uncontrobly. He responded as usual and took his time to exin,


    "I''m sorry. My phone ran out of battery just now."


    "Fine. Your phone ran out of battery. Did Andy''s phone run out of battery too?" Matysh brought up the


    main point. He thought they knew that he wasing today. That was why they turned off their phones


    and refused to receive him.


    "Andy''s phone was low on battery too," replied Marcos as he shot Andy a nce.


    "How could there be such a coincidence? The two of you did it on purpose, right?" Matysh asked


    doubtfully. Marcos was running such a bigpany. It was fine if he did not notice that his phone was


    low on battery, but it was impossible that his assistant''s phone would run out of battery.


    "Uncle, what do you mean we did it on purpose?" Marcos asked.


    What Marcos said caught Matysh off guard. What did they intentionally do?


    Did they deliberately miss his calls and not pick him up at the airport? Perhaps not. Otherwise, they


    would not have chosen to answer his calls at this time.


    Hence, the best exnation would be that their phones had run out of battery. It was a coincidence that


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    Matysh was no longer fussing about it. He said to Marcos in a bossy manner, "I''m at A City''s airport


    now. Where are you?"


    "You''re at the airport?" Marcos deliberately replied in a surprised tone, "When did youe to A City?"


    "You have no idea about it?" Matysh frowned. "How can you not know about it? You deliberately don''t


    want to receive me, right? Did our family provide you with so much quality education to mold you into a


    proud and arrogant person?"


    "Did you inform me or Andy that you wereing?" Marcos questioned him back.


    Matysh kicked the railing beside him impatiently. He did not inform them, but he subconsciously


    thought that they knew that he wasing.


    There was apetitive rtionship between him and Marcos. Hence, how could Marcos not know


    that he wasing to A City?


    Marcos did not give him the chance to sort out his thoughts and said directly, “Uncle, I would''ve sent


    someone to pick you up at the airport if you had informed me in advance. But now... It''s quite a


    distance from here to the airport. Why don''t you hail a ride outside the airport and I''ll book a suite for


    you in Traders Hotel."


    "Are you asking me to head to the hotel myself? Marcos, I''m your uncle. You have to arrange transport


    to pick me up at the airport now no matter what. And you can''t just pick any low-ss vehicles. It must


    be something on the same level as a Mercedes!" Matysh sneered. He would rather wait there than lose


    his face and seniority in the family.


    Marcos listened to his unreasonable requests and said without an expression on his face, "Then please


    wait for a while. Let me arrange transport for you."


    He hung up Matysh''s call after that.


    Andy was beside him. He frowned and asked, "Boss, are you really going to arrange transport for


    him?"


    "We still have to follow formalities," replied Marcos. It was difficult to look for a car to pick Matysh up


    now. He had no choice but to trouble Lliam.


    After Marcos informed Lliam about it, Lliam took a good look at Matysh''s photo and drove off to the


    airport.


    After all, Luke had told him that he would be Marcos'' chauffeur for these few days. Hence, Lliam


    followed Marcos'' instructions without a second thought.


    Lliam found Matysh at the entrance after he arrived at the airport.


    Matysh asked with dissatisfaction, "Where''s Marcos?"


    Lliam could not understand Russian, so he asked in English, "I''m sorry, sir. I can''t understand Russian.


    You were saying?"


    Matysh asked in English impatiently, "Where''s Marcos?"


    "Mr. Marcos is waiting for you at the hotel now. Please get into the car and let me send you to the


    hotel," Lliam answered with patience. He had been receiving and escorting guests of T Corporation


    numerous times.


    However, he had never met someone like this before. He thought this man in front of him was haughty


    and annoying.


    "Hmph," Matysh''s face was gloomy as he scowled with dissatisfaction. Marcos had arranged for a


    chauffeur who did not know how to speak Russian to serve him.


    Although Matysh was fluent in English, he always had a weird ent whenever he spoke English.


    There was nothing he could do to fix it.


    The doctor told him that it was because of his pronunciation and there was nothing he could do about


    it.


    However, the good thing was that others would be able to understand what he was saying. Still, they


    wouldugh at him when they heard his ent.


    That was why Matysh would never speak English unless it was necessary.


    Marcos knew about that, so how dare he send a chauffeur who could only speak English and not


    understand Russian? Was Marcos notughing at his misfortune that his English pronunciation was


    bad?


    After Matysh got into the car, he opened the fridge and took a bottle of red wine out. He drank it


    himself.


    Lliam was sitting in the driver''s seat and drove the car. He sent a message to Luke: [Boss, Mr. Marcos


    asked me to pick up Mr. Matysh at the airport. He should be staying at Traders Hotel.]


    Luke replied: [Okay.]


    Luke was not surprised to hear that. Gale was still following behind Lliam''s car. He reported to Luke


    after he saw Lliam pick Matysh up.


    Therefore, everything was under his control.


    It happened to be rush hour in A City now. Matysh sat in the car and cursed impatiently, "Everyone


    ims that A City is a metropolis. Is this all they have! Just how bad is the traffic congestion? Can''t you


    take a detour?"


    “Mr. Matysh, every road is facing traffic congestion at this hour. Please be patient,” Lliam sat on the


    driver''s seat and said helplessly.


    The journey from the airport to the city was supposed to be smooth, but there was traffic congestion


    because of the snow and the huge vehicle flow. That was why there was a heavy traffic jam.


    There was nothing he could do either.


    "This ce is not even half of the suburbs of Russia," said Matysh with contempt.


    Lliam remained silent. His professionalism did not allow him to speak too much.


    It took them more than an hour to arrive at Traders Hotel.


    Matysh got out of the car and saw that Andy hade to receive him instead of Marcos. He frowned


    unhappily and asked, "Where''s Marcos?"


    "Hello, Mr. Matysh. Boss is booking the suite for you," replied Andy as he took Matysh''s luggage from


    Lliam and invited him to enter the hotel.


    "He''s helping me to book the suite? I guess he''s not showing any respect for his uncle, huh? He''s only


    been in A City for a few days and he''s already influenced by the culture here. He''s showing no respect


    to the elders. I must teach him a lesson." Matysh stomped off into the hotel.


    Andy frowned when he heard Matysh''s criticism.


    It upset him when he heard someone else criticizing the person he looked up to...


    He was enraged.


    However, he was not allowed to show his emotions.