Chapter 803 Warning
Seeing Mark, the car door opened.
Immediately, a man in a black suit stepped out, respectfully walking up to him. "Mr. Stoll, Mr. Powell requests your presence!"
Mark gave him a cold glance and strode over.
He forcefully pulled the door open and sat inside, seething with anger.
Seeing Mark's fury, Kenneth, who was sitting with his legs crossed, put down the document in his hand and spoke calmly and firmly, "Didn't you have a lovely dinner? Why are you so angry?"
"Kenneth," Mark looked at him, "Do you find this amusing?"
"Don't you know why I'm angry?"
"And how did you find this place?"
Kenneth slowly adjusted his gold-embossed cufflinks and said indifferently, "It's just an address. I can find out anytime I want."
"And you think I didn't know you took Grace out a few days ago?"
Mark was infuriated by him, "Can you stop monitoring me like this? Do you find it fun?"
"I'm just concerned about you," Kenneth said.
Mark felt like he had heard the funniest joke in the world and laughed out loud.
"Kenneth, it's just the two of us here. You don't need to pretend to be a caring brother. You know exactly what you've done over the years, so I don't need to spell it out."
"My request is simple, and I've said it countless times: don't interfere in my affairs. No matter what scandal, even if a disaster happens, I don't want you to get involved. Do you understand?"
"And as for this matter, I have my plans. Who asked you to interfere?"
Kenneth put down his cufflink, and his usually gentle expression turned stern.
"Your plans?" he sneered, "What plans could you possibly have? Let the scandal escalate, and then have countless people come to terminate contracts and demand exorbitant compensation?"
"Even if that's the case, it's none of your business. It's just money; I can afford it."
"Mark," Kenneth turned around, calling his name, "Do you even know who's behind all this?"
"What don't I know? It's Quentin's doing!"
Kenneth always prided himself on having a good temper. In the company, as long as subordinates didn't make serious mistakes, he rarely scolded anyone.
Of course, a very important reason was that even when he was angry, he wouldn't easily show it, making it hard for people to see through him.
So, he was always able to control himself.
But in front of Mark, he was once again angry.
"Since you know, how dare you act so recklessly? Do you not care about your future or your life?"
"Mark, haven't I warned you not to get close to Grace, not to have any interactions with her? Did you not take my words seriously?"
Mark looked at him coldly, "Kenneth, these are my affairs, none of your business. I advise you not to meddle."
Kenneth was so angry that the veins on the back of his hand bulged. "Not my business? What are you talking about? If I don't care about you, Quentin will kill you eventually, do you know that?"
"I have my way, no need for you to worry. And I'll warn you again, if you dare to harass Grace, don't blame me for being rude to you. I'm just a celebrity. If I want to be a celebrity, I can be one. If I don't want to, I won't. Do you think I care that much? If I can't, I'll just quit the entertainment industry."
After saying that, Mark prepared to get out of the car, but Kenneth had already locked the door.
Mark couldn't open it at all.
"Mark, if you don't want your future, I can destroy everything you have right now."
"Go ahead!"
His indifferent attitude further infuriated Kenneth.
"Fine, instead of waiting for Quentin to deal with you, I'll take action."
Mark sneered, "Really? That would be just like Mr. Powell!"
That night, Grace reluctantly let Quentin stay in the room for one night.
Fortunately, he behaved himself that night, saying he would sleep on the floor and actually did, without bothering her.
The next morning, after breakfast, Grace packed her things.
She was going back.
The show was about to start, and she couldn't stay in the same room with Quentin any longer.
One night was already the limit.
After packing everything, Grace prepared to check out.
As soon as Grace opened the door, she was stunned.
What was Caroline doing here?
"Grace, it really is you. I was wondering why Quentin suddenly went on a business trip. He came to see you secretly."
As soon as Caroline saw Grace, her anger flared up.
At the same time, Caroline looked inside and shouted, "Quentin, I'm here. Are you inside?"
Grace stepped out, and Caroline immediately grabbed her. "What are you doing? Don't leave. What? Feeling guilty after I caught you seducing my fiancé?"
"Grace, you really are a bitch."
"You're good-looking, but why be a homewrecker? I'm telling you, if you keep clinging to Quentin, I will get back at you."
Grace didn't want to have a conflict with Caroline.
She didn't want to bother with Caroline or be a laughingstock. But since Caroline was so relentless, Grace had no reason to be polite.
"Caroline, watch your language. Don't call me a bitch or a homewrecker. I'm telling you, I don't stoop to being anyone's homewrecker."
"And since you're Quentin's fiancée, keep an eye on your fiancé and don't bother me!"
Caroline was furious, "What did you say? You said Quentin is clinging to you?"
"Impossible! Grace, you must have used some trick to seduce Quentin, and you dare to blame him?"
"You bitch, I'll kill you!"
Caroline lost all composure and raised her hand to slap her.
Grace suddenly raised her head, grabbed her wrist, and shot her a sharp look. "Caroline, don't think you can do whatever you want just because you have some power."
"I'm not someone to be bullied. If you hit me, I will seek justice."
Caroline sneered, "So what if I have power? Grace, do you believe I can make sure you have no place in the entertainment industry?"
"Justice? I'd like to see how you seek justice. In fact, I'm looking forward to it."
Caroline raised her hand again.
However, just as her hand was about to come down, she suddenly felt her arm being forcefully yanked.
Then, she saw Quentin's grim expression.
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