Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire-Chapter 74 - Is This What You Call Being Unharmed

No one in the entire Summers Family truly cared for her.

Lucas Shaw gave a cold sneer, as a bone-chilling cold light flickered in his eyes.

He would never again allow the Summers Family a chance to harm Serena.

The next evening, Lucas Shaw went to meet Marcus Summers.

Though young, Marcus was already the CEO of a publicly listed company, with exceptional capabilities.

But whether it was the Summers Group or Black Ink Corporation, Lucas Shaw had never taken either seriously.

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It was said that Marcus once cherished his sister Serena very much.

But after Serena’s accidental disappearance, he quickly found another emotional attachment.

Lucas Shaw walked into the private room, eyes full of scorn as he gazed upon Marcus.

The ease with which he transferred his affections to another person showed that Marcus truly did not deserve to be Serena’s brother.

Some people are irreplaceable.

Yet the Summers Family didn’t understand this.

“Second Young Master.”

Upon raising his eyes, Marcus saw Lucas Shaw standing at the door.

He promptly got up and went over, smiling as he reached out his hand.

As the next Family Head of the Shaw Family, Lucas Shaw was known to be mysterious and low-key.

Marcus hadn’t held out much hope, but to his surprise, Lucas Shaw had accepted his invitation.

But in the next instant, Marcus’s hand froze mid-air, and the smile on his face faded slightly.

Standing by the door, Lucas Shaw merely glanced coldly at the extended hand, showing no intention of shaking it.

An inexplicable awkwardness descended upon the spacious private room.

Marcus’s expression turned somewhat dark.

He subtly withdrew his hand and tilted his body to the side with a smile, gesturing “please come in.”

“Second Young Master, why don’t you come in first?”

Lucas Shaw indifferently lifted his eyelids, then stepped towards the private room.

Watching the man’s detached gaze, Marcus quietly let out a sigh of relief.

“Second Young Master, I’m not sure if the food here suits your taste.

Would you like to order for yourself?”

The two sat at the dining table, with Marcus speaking first.

He passed the menu in front of Lucas Shaw.

However, Lucas Shaw merely gave it a cold glance.

His deep, dark eyes were inscrutable, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

“We don’t need to eat.

If Mr.

Summers has something to say, just say it.

I have a meeting to attend shortly.”

Lucas Shaw’s demeanor was icy, showing no intention of giving Marcus any face.

Marcus’s face instantly stiffened.

Concealing the embarrassment in his heart, he lifted a light smile.

“Actually, it’s nothing major.

I’ve heard there was a small disagreement between Sister Grace’s fans and Serena.

This matter has caused quite a bad influence online, so…”

“Snap—”

Lucas Shaw set down the wine glass he was holding, looking at Marcus with a mocking gaze.

“Small conflict?

You call scalding someone with hot water a small conflict?”

Marcus Summers’ words were abruptly interrupted, his expression turning somewhat ugly.

Faced with Lucas Shaw’s interrogation, Marcus only felt a layer of cold sweat break out on his forehead.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the fear of Lucas deep in his heart, and attempted to maintain composure: “Second Young Master, this was just children messing around, and besides, Serena wasn’t injured, was she?”

“How so?

Grace is President Summers’ sister, isn’t Serena too?”

Lucas crossed his legs and leaned back lazily against the chair, his expression dark and inscrutable.

Meeting Lucas’s icy gaze, Marcus felt his heart sink sharply.

He furrowed his brow and began to explain: “Second Young Master, I am just speaking to the facts.

Serena isn’t hurt, there’s no need to make a fuss and involve the police.

It wouldn’t reflect well on the Shaw Family or on your reputation.”

“Oh?

Are you threatening me?”

Lucas’s lips curled into a slight, chilling smile, and his demeanour suddenly turned dark and terrifying.

His eyes narrowed slightly, his powerful presence making people shiver with fear.

“Is President Summers blind?

Is this what you call ‘not injured’?”

Lucas scornfully chuckled and handed his smartphone to Marcus.

Michael Summers glanced down at the phone screen and his pupils involuntarily constricted.

“How can this be?”

Marcus was shocked, his eyes wide and his lips pressed tightly into a straight line.

How could this happen?

Grace had said Serena wasn’t injured, hadn’t she?

On the phone screen, the girl’s pale and delicate side profile was shown, her lips devoid of any color.

On her white, tender arm was a large, blood-red scald wound, with many blisters.

Serena’s gaze was downturned, as if enduring the pain.

Marcus’s expression slowly became more complex.

He had been scalded when he was a child too; a servant had accidentally splashed soup on the back of his hand.

Just a small area had made him uncontrollably shed tears.

But Serena’s arm had a large patch of vivid scalding.

The redness extended from her elbow all the way to her wrist, looking very severe.

However, Serena hadn’t cried or fussed, her eyes showing no signs of having wept.

If it had been Grace, even a single drop of hot water would have her running into his arms, crying and cooing in pain.

Marcus’s heart clenched tightly, his expression growing increasingly complex.

“Is this what President Summers refers to as ‘not injured’?”

Lucas’s low and cold voice suddenly broke the silence.

Marcus suddenly snapped back to reality, only to meet Lucas’s eyes, sharp and cold as ice knives.

He opened his mouth, wanting to make some excuse for Grace.

But in the end, he didn’t utter a word.

“Had Serena not dodged quickly, that burn would have been on her face.

President Summers should understand how important a face is to a girl, shouldn’t he?”

Marcus pressed his lips together, remaining silent.

Of course, he knew.

Grace was a popular celebrity, always treating her face as more important than her life.

She even went for beauty treatments and maintenance every few days.

If Serena’s face was ruined…

As soon as this thought appeared, Marcus felt as if his heart was grasped by an invisible hand.

Sharp pains spread through it.

Lucas noted the change in Marcus’s expression and couldn’t help but sneer internally.

“President Summers, do you still expect me to let this matter go now?

Does your Summers Family always act so entitled?

Grace is the jewel you hold in your palms, but Serena is the darling I cherish at the tip of my heart.

So, what right do you have to make my Serena compromise?”

Lucas’s fingers, distinct at the joints, tapped lightly on the desk, producing a series of crisp sounds.

Each tap seemed to strike Marcus’s heart.