Chapter 8

With that, he put his arm around Olivia's waist and started back towards the ceremony.

He even had the audacity to call out to Marcus.

"Bro, let's go back. She's just like that, loves to make a scene. She'll quiet down in a bit."

"Let's get on with the bonding ceremony. We don't want to delay, and we shouldn't keep your bride waiting."

"Oh, by the way, where is your bride? Why haven't we seen her yet?"

But before Derek's hand could even touch Marcus's shoulder, Marcus effortlessly grabbed it, twisted it back, and dislocated it.

Immediately, the sound of Derek's wrist popping out of its socket was followed by his shriek of pain.

But Marcus didn't spare him a single glance, instead walking straight towards me.

He glared at the surrounding media as if they were already dead men.

"Bodyguards! Take these damn fools and smash every piece of equipment they're holding!"

At his command, dozens of bodyguards swarmed forward, snatching the equipment from the hands of the press.