Chapter 53. Gun

“Whatever. Oh! That’s Marco’s son, I’m sure. It’s like they’re both sliced. They look alike.” It said happily and looked at me. “What’s his name?” he asked.

We both sat on the sofa because I didn’t want to be rude to the guest. “Raphael Josef, Mr. Chua.”

“Oh no! call me David. I remembered my grandson, who is his age.” Mr. Chua is friendly to talk to. We talked a lot about the life of his son and grandson before Marco arrived.

Authoritative footsteps stopped David’s laughter. David immediately stood up and became formal.

“G-good afternoon lord.” He stammered and bowed. I looked at Marco, whose jaw tightened as he looked down at my dress. He shook his head and looked at me coldly.

He is wearing a complete suit, and behind him are five of his people who I know have guns.

“Go to the room, Isabella. Don’t come out.” I swallowed and stood up, but Marco blocked the way and kissed me before I left. Darn!

He kissed me before the people, and you are