Finding Love in the Boss’s Embrace After Divorce

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Chapter 1381 You Can't Drink

"I... I'm here to see Mr. Perkins."

"Alright, let me take you up," Everyone at Red Cauldron knew about the special relationship between Beryl and

Marcellus. No one stopped her, and their respect for her grew.

" Miss Juliet! Mr. Perkins is having a social event inside. Would you like to come in now?"

She followed Mr. Moore to the VIP private room on the second floor. Her heart was beating so fast that it was

almost in her throat. She let out a deep breath and nodded, "Yes."

Only then did Mr. Moore reach out and push the door open. The booming music and the clamor of the crowd

flooded in. Beryl instinctively furrowed her brow. In the dim light, she quickly spotted the man sitting in the center of

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the sofa.

He wore a dark shirt, no tie, the crystal button at the collar left undone, revealing a sexy collarbone. His custom-

made suit trousers wrapped perfectly around his straight, powerful legs. The most eye-catching was his deep,

chiseled features hidden in the dim light.

Of course, if there wasn't another woman sitting next to him, the visual effect would be even better.

Beryl followed his figure to see the woman, wearing a black sleeveless body-con dress, her voluptuous body on full

display, her ample bosom almost pressed against his arm. The small face was stunning, full of femininity.

In comparison, Beryl glanced at her own outfit, a sweatshirt, and jeans, a pair of flat white shoes, like a young

student.

"Who is it?"

Someone noticed them and stopped the voice chat to ask.

Then, all eyes in the room turned to her. Beryl, never one to enjoy the spotlight, immediately felt the weight of their

gaze.

She nervously took a small step forward, her gaze circling around the faces of the crowd, finally landing back on

Marcellus.

She mustered the courage to say, "Marcellus, can you step out for a moment? I need to talk to you."

Her voice was small, her demeanor timid, but it was this innocent girl who dared to call Marcellus by his name and

even boldly asked him to step out.

The crowd was a bit taken aback, all waiting for Marcellus' response.

He calmly spread his crossed legs, didn't even lift his eyes, "I'm busy."

What's going on?

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A student girl came to Red Cauldron to find the renowned Marcellus.

Everyone was puzzled, uncertain about the relationship between the two. The gentlemen remained silent. In the

end, it was Marcellus who broke the silence, "Play the music, continue."

As the music started up again, the door behind her slowly closed. It was as if Beryl was invisible, completely

ignored.

She knew Marcellus still had some misunderstanding and was upset with her.

Remembering their falling out in the coffee room the night before, Beryl did not back down but mustered the

courage to walk to the side of the sofa, standing less than a step away from him.

She looked at the drink on the table in front of him, her delicate eyebrows furrowing tighter. "Kevin told me you

have a stomach condition. You can't keep drinking."

Marcellus hadn't touched any alcohol that night, the glass was merely for show. However, hearing her words, he felt

a sudden urge to drink and reached for the glass.

Beryl grabbed his wrist, her expression very serious, her tone particularly firm, "You can't drink."