He Clings to Me Every Night

Chapter 318: 318: Three Shots In One Go

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Though the insinuation was clear, Matthew Marshall remained silent.

He had seen through his grandfather’s greed and despised how his grandfather played people for his benefit. Only now that his mother was no longer useful, his grandfather was trying to curry favor with Daniel Marshall and Olivia Jenkins. It disgusted him.

Matthew Marshall looked down upon this in his heart, but his exterior betrayed nothing. He continued playing dumb.

Everyone knew but nobody said anything. Olivia Jenkins was also silent.

If Matthew Marshall continued his petty attempts to undermine the Jenkins Group’s profits, in doing so, antagonizing Olivia further, she would not spare him.

After Daniel Marshall made his position clear, a wave of tension swept over the living room. The atmosphere instantly turned icy. Alexander Marshall glanced back and forth between Olivia Jenkins and Matthew Marshall.

Alexander was not against healthy competition, knowing well that progress comes from competition. But if anyone were to lose all reason and conscience, like Vector, he would not accept it. He didn’t want to see his descendants hurt

each other.

Suddenly, Alexander Marshall started speaking slowly.

“Everyone has their role to play. One must know one’s limitations and not cross any bounds. Olivia, whatever type of chef you need, just mention it to the executive chef. He will arrange it for you.”

Olivia Jenkins looked up at her grandfather and replied, “Thank you,

Grandfather.”

Alexander Marshall nodded slightly, “Your career is important, so is your family. You should know how to balance. Don’t become so focused on success that you forget those around you.”

Hearing such sentimental words from her grandfather’s mouth, Olivia Jenkins was taken aback as her long eyelashes fluttered slightly.

A few seconds later, Olivia slowly nodded, “I understand, Grandfather.”

“Let’s eat. After eating, you will all accompany me in a game of mahjong. Fair warning, no one is allowed to go easy on each other. The game depends on your actual skill and luck, ” he said.

Without uttering a word, Daniel Marshall gave the peeled shrimp to his grandfather and the rest to Olivia Jenkins.

With Bella Thompson not at home, it was noticeably quieter and seemed more intimate than before.

Without Bella Thompson stirring up trouble, it wasn’t impossible to keep the peace within the family.

The house was surprisingly devoid of quarrels. The occasional laughter from downstairs made Michael Marshall frown unconsciously.

Were they pleased without him around?

Did they all find him a nuisance?

Were they all having a good time?

A layer of smoke filled Michael Marshall’s study, and before him, an ashtray filled with stubs. Michael’s lips were pressed tightly together, his face grim.

After flicking the ash from his cigarette, he took another puff. Unable to bear it any longer, he called in a butler to inquire.

“What are they doing downstairs?”

“Young Master, the old master and the young masters are playing mahjong. Miss Jenkins’ skill in mahjong is average. She’s been a laughing stock for making mistakes. Despite drawing a winning tile, she still lost. This was hilarious to everyone else. She joked that she was so unlucky she might as well buy a lottery ticket. Maybe she’d win that,” the butler explained.

Michael seemed skeptical, “Are you telling me they haven’t fought? Not even a single argument?”

“No, sir. The mood completely changed after the old master said a few words during dinner. It seems that everyone was getting along well. The old master even appeared to be happier playing mahjong than chess!” Could all this be a show put on by the notorious Olivia Jenkins?

Now, she wanted to win people’s hearts?

She aimed to gradually inherit the entire Marshall family. Olivia was trying to take each step carefully, but the naive Daniel seemed to have no defenses and continued to indulge her, as did their infatuated father.

This thought made Michael Marshall uncomfortable, prompting him to dismiss the butler.

After sitting for a while, his lit cigarette still unfinished, Michael got up and went downstairs.

Under the pretense of snacking, Michael stole glances at the living room from time to time.. They were all really enjoying themselves!