Chapter 69- Overindulgence?
So Morrison called Norton.
"Get Sean. We’re heading to the dojo."
His tone was cold and sharp, leaving no room for argument. Norton immediately knew something was seriously wrong. Usually, when Morrison was upset, he’d call one of them to spar it out—though that habit had faded over the years.
Back when Morrison had just taken over MOS Corp., he was less experienced, often overwhelmed by things he couldn’t control. Whenever he felt trapped by frustration with no outlet, he’d call Norton and Sean to train and vent together.
But now Morrison had grown into a powerhouse, a kingpin in the business world—few things could rattle him or knock him off balance. So that habit had quietly disappeared.
For him to suddenly call both Norton and Sean meant his mood must be utterly terrible.
Despite Sean often joking behind Morrison’s back, both he and Norton were fiercely loyal to him. When Morrison called, they always dropped everything and showed up.
The three of them tore through the spacious dojo, throwing punches and dodging blows until drenched in sweat, finally collapsing on the floor, utterly spent.
Morrison and Sean were fine—Norton wasn’t a pushover either.
But during one clash, Morrison’s punch just grazed Norton’s cheek, leaving a faint red mark. Afterward, Norton dabbed on some medicated oil and was good to go.
That night, Morrison went back to the Mo family home for dinner. No sooner had he arrived than his phone rang.
He flopped onto the sofa and lazily answered.