'How interesting,' Marshall thought as he smiled to himself.

As Irene lifted her gaze, she coincidentally caught sight of that smile. She asked, "Marshall, I heard that you've been getting close with Mark's daughter.

Are you guys dating?"

Frederick furrowed his brows upon hearing that name. "That uncultured nouveau roturier?"

The frown made his face, which was already full of wrinkles, appear even more stern.

Marshall responded in a flat tone, "Mr. Wilson may have limited education, but he has great vision and judgment. Otherwise, how could he become a leading figure in the energy industry?" Frederick scoffed. "Even a fool can be rich by catching the right trend."

Marshall chuckled. "Irene should be one of the pioneers in the energy industry.

Did she not catch the trend because she's not interested?"

The Moore family had extensive connections built over the decades. They would undoubtedly be among the first to know whenever there was a new business opportunity.

When the energy industry was rising, Irene did not miss it. She simply looked down on it at the time. When she realized the industry was doing well, it was already too late for her to enter.

She and her partner had lost a lot of money in their investments related to the energy industry. Fortunately, another project came up and filled the financial gap, preventing things from looking too bad. Marshall was clearly mocking Irene as her expression immediately turned unpleasant.

However, Frederick did not hold back. He grabbed a cup on the table and threw it directly at Marshall. Marshall did not dodge, and the cup hit right on his forehead, reddening the area as tea splashed all over him.

"How rude of you!"

Frederick looked furious as if Marshall had committed an unforgivable crime.

Ariel's face turned pale. She was about to reach out to check on Marshall's injuries but was stopped by Wallace.

No one at the table spoke. It was not something shocking to them.

Ever since Frederick had difficulty walking, his temper became increasingly strange. He would burst into anger at the slightest inconvenience. Marshall had brought that upon himself by saying something like that.

However, Irene, who had just been mocked, patted Frederick's back. "Dad, Marshall meant no harm by saying that. There's no need to get so mad at him.

The doctor told you to be calm and avoid getting angry. You just won't listen, huh?"

Frederick pounded the table, still feeling angry. "Did you hear how he spoke? He has no respect for his elders at all! His attitude has gotten worse after going abroad these few years!"

Irene chuckled softly. "He's still a young man. Don't be so strict with him."

Then, she lifted her gaze at Marshall. "Marshall, why don't you go clean yourself up? You look like a mess."

Frederick snorted. "You're treating him very well, but he might not appreciate it."

Marshall gently brushed away the droplets on his face, stood up, and left the table without saying anything.

When he returned after changing his clothes, he saw Irene smoking on the stairs.

She wore a red dress, her hair long and wavy. Her exquisite makeup highlighted her charm and delicate features, making her look nothing like someone in their fifties.

Hearing the door open, Irene did not turn around. After exhaling a puff of smoke, she asked nonchalantly, Marshall, what was that for?"

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