Chapter 17: Chapter 17

“I’m taking my leave,” Marcel informed his bride to be for the sake of formalities but the way her face distorted told him she wasn’t exactly pleased with that announcement.

The smile on Clara’s face while schmoozing with a guest vanished immediately and she said, “Excuse me,” to the woman.

Without further ado, she grabbed Marcel and began to lead him out of public view. They got behind the garden where there was less attention and with her arms wrapped around her chest, demanded,” What do you mean by that? Have you forgotten the real purpose of you coming to the party tonight?”

Marcel rubbed his jaw, his lips set in a tight grim because he was slowly losing his patience.

“Really? The purpose of me coming here?” He sneered at her without hiding it and she only glared at him.

If Clara had truly intended to introduce him to her pals, she would have done so already – he has stayed long enough.

Marcel took a deep breath, reigning in his anger. He knew if he hadn’t attended the party tonight, he would have achieved a lot of things – including finding Elijah.

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His jaw clenched and his hand itched to punch something, unfortunately, the only thing right in front of him was the face of his annoying fiancée. So he put his itching hand in the pocket of his pants in search of a cigarette to keep him busy instead. He doesn’t hit women, however, there was always room for exception when pushed to the wall.

Clara’s brows drew together when she saw the cigarette in between his fingers and she yelled, “You know I don’t like the smell of smoke!”

She slapped it out of his grip and the instant the cigarette stick dropped to the ground, stomped severely on it till it was ruined.

And that did it!

Marcel’s eyes darkened as his anger reached the pinnacle, he reached out and grabbed her on the neck to Clara’s horror. It seems she had underestimated the man that was going to be her husband.

“W-what are you doing?!” She choked, beating his arms, and tried to loosen it but his grip was iron around her neck; he was suffocating her.

“Listen to me!” Marcel spoke through gritted teeth, “I might be your fiancé but I’m not entitled to you. If you’re unhappy with this arrangement go whine to your family members about it and stop transferring your aggression on me because trust me, I’m a mad dog and when I bite, I don’t let go until I have a good chomp, ”

Clara gulped, she bet this time that Marcel was not joking. She couldn’t explain it but she just hated him and showed it in every way possible. Her life had been perfect and she already saw her future with Luther until he came out of nowhere and ruined it all. As far as he took away her happiness, he won’t have one as long as she lives.

“Now, I won’t have to advise you to be a good girl,” Marcel threatened her and finally shoved her away causing her to stagger back.

“I hate you!” She shouted at the top of her lungs, glaring at him with a deep intensity.

“Hate is a strong emotion,” Marcel smirked at her, “If I were you, I’ll go have a good time with my lover after all your time with him is limited,” He hinted at the fact he had a good time as well which made her grit her teeth the more.

Marcel smirked and took his leave. Perhaps, if their marriage was this lively he would not get bored – as far as she respected his boundaries. He could endure at this rate.

It was not hard to find Macy in the car who updated him as soon as he stepped in.

“We began the search as soon as possible and so far came up with nothing. Elijah was quite good at hiding his tracks until tonight. It seems another gang employed his services and there was a breach of agreement, a fight broke out and we succeeded in getting his facials on camera, ” she showed the picture of a man caught on a security camera.

“He had always been careful but he never premeditated the incident this night and got careless,” Macy explained when she saw how intent Marcel stared at the picture.

The picture wasn’t the best quality but it wasn’t blurry either and was enough to hunt Elijah down that with it.

“That is not his real face,” Marcel said after a long time of scrutinizing the image.

“What?” Macy couldn’t believe it

“Such a meticulous person would have prepared for the worst scenario if things went wrong,”

“You’re trying to say he’s wearing a customized face mask to deceive people?” Macy couldn’t believe it. She thought she was close to catching the phantom thief and get praised for her hard work – achieving what the others couldn’t.

“Exactly. But on the bright side, we’ve got his physical parameters and that’s enough to get to him with time,” He told her, “Search all convenient stores and illegal hospitals, he would seek treatment since he’s shot,”

“Yes, boss,” Macy said, ready to issue the command to his men.

“Also, Macy?”

She turned, “Boss?”

He smiled at her, “Good job,”

“Thank you, boss,” Macy simply said, however, inwardly, she was booming with joy. At the end of the day, she was the only one who could make the boss happy.

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