Marcus stepped into the bright dining room, his sharp eyes taking in the scene instantly.
As the CEO of the company hosting the estate event, he expected absolute professionalism.
Seeing his business partner towering over a defenseless worker filled Marcus with intense rage.
He rushed across the wide room and placed himself directly between Richard and Sarah.
Marcus: Get away from her right now!
Richard: Mind your own business, Marcus!
Marcus: This is my property, so this is my business!
Marcus turned around quickly and knelt down on the hard marble beside the crying girl.
He placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder to help her sit up safely.
Sarah: He attacked me! I was just bringing coffee!
Marcus: It's okay, you are safe now.
As Marcus lifted her arm to check for injuries, her sleeve slid back down her shoulder.
A distinct, faint mark shaped like a crest sat high on her delicate shoulder blade.
Marcus froze instantly, his heart pounding wildly against his chest as he stared close.
He recognized that unique skin mark from his childhood memories so many years ago.
His parents had spent their entire lives searching for the baby sister who vanished after an accident.
Marcus: This mark... you are my long-lost sister!
Sarah: What? No, that's impossible!
Marcus: Look at me, Sarah. Our family searched everywhere for you!
Sarah stared into Marcus's eyes, seeing a genuine warmth and familiar truth that stunned her.
She pulled out a small silver locket from under her shirt that matched his watch.
The realization washed over her in a wave of overwhelming emotion and profound relief.
Richard: She is nothing but trash! Don't listen to her lies!
Richard sneered disdainfully and stepped forward aggressively to push them both away again.
Marcus stood up slowly, his full height towering over the arrogant investor with power.
Years of searching for his lost family had finally ended right here in this room.
He was not about to let anyone harm his sister ever again in this lifetime.
Marcus: Say another word about her, and I will ruin your entire life.
Richard: You can't talk to me like that over some cheap servant girl!
The tension in the sunlit room reached a boiling point as the two men squared off.
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