Legacy Revealed: Rise Of Marco Lourd

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Marco didn’t know what to do, the least he wanted was for his honor to be stomped upon as they drag him out with disgrace.

Then he raised an index at the lady, “You think I’m lying, let me call him so you’d be sure I know exactly what I’m doing here and who I’m here for.” Marco said to her.

Dipping his hand into his pocket and retrieving his battered phone, he depended so hard on the lingering percent that keeps the screen lighted.

The percent was low and flat, a long call would drain it dead but he had to fry his luck, else this lady would think of him as a beggar and drag him out, this disgracing him in front of all the audience casually present.

He strolled to the newly saved contact, clicking on the particular one that has the old man’s man and putting it to dial.

Just as the first ring went through the call was picked, and at the end the old man’s voice boomed. “Young Master, hello.” His greeting were polished with respect, same with his tone.

“Yes, but I’m in the mansion you invited me to right now, and your receptionist believed me to be a beggar, could you please come here to the first floor and clear the air.” Marco had told him, requesting and keeping his voice also respectful.

He might be addressed by him as a well respected person, but that doesn’t change the fact he’s older than him and deserves his respect. As the say stated, respect is reciprocal, doesn’t apply to all, but apply to certain sets.

“I’m so sorry for her misjudgment, Young Master. I will be down there with you in a minute.” The man retorted before the line went dead.

Marco pulled the phone down his ear to see the screen black and void. He tried clicking on the switch, but it wasn’t lifting up.

He sighed guessing what had happened, the phone is finally drained of percent to keep it active.

His gaze went back to the lady who still had her face marred with disgust staring at him. “Give him a minute, he would join us soon.” He informed, ignoring the condescending expression directed at him.

A figure breezed past him at that moment, his eyes whipping away from the receptionist towards the male figure that walked past him.

The male figure stopped turning around that brought his face to Marco’s view as he halted to converse with a staff.

It was a familiar face, a recognizable one that had veins squeezing up on Marco’s face as he gawked with intense hatred. His fists beside his body curling into a punch ready to be thrown as the memories from yesterday came pouring down his mind.

The way the woman he loved very much was entangled in his arms, how he had his filthy lips on hers.

Fury was an under-word for the emotion spread wide on Marco’s face as his eyes glowered beneath his lashes at the man few paces across of him.

“Oh yes, thank you. Later Sean.” He tapped on the man’s shoulder waving him bye, the man coming towards where Marco stood, thus having the chance to witness the familiar eyes filled with darkness probably breaking him to pieces in his mind.

“You.” He was also quick to recognize Marco, his index lifted and pointed at him as he took a step closer to him.

“Wait, what are you doing here?” He asked before looking around well aware that the vicinity is not a place someone like Marco can be seen.

“Oh mine!” He exclaimed with an expression corresponding mockery. “You’re here because of yesterday ain’t you? Who told you how to find me even?” He broke into a laughter fueled by jest with his hands coming together to rest on his chest.

“I unfortunately did not come here for you, because trust me if I do. Your blood would be getting mopped off the floor already, the instance I saw you is going to be instance I sought to put you down.” Marco’s teeth gritted in vicious rage, he could feel his anger tickling on his skin and the urge to leap forward and pounce on the man in front of him was nearly irresistible.

He broke into another peal of laughter as if Marco threat stood nothing but a ghost ground. “Oh please, you don’t expect me to be scared of a nobody like you did you? A lifeless worthless human being with no purpose in life coming here to threaten me when I took the only thing reasonable in his life and make it mine,” A provocative smirk curled up his lips as his statement encountered a lapse.

“However, I have a little advice for you and don’t worry you don’t have to pay to hear it. The only thing probably worth a cent is you put altogether, and that doesn’t even come close to the value of my advice so be grateful that I’m giving it to you for free. I’m going to call on the guards right now and have you kicked out, you probably should go to the Oakland bridge and go for a swim that would leave you drown. You have no purpose, there should be no reason for you to live. It would be better for you to take my advice and really go kill yourself.”

“Someone come get this fool out of here!” He blew out the sentence in a shout that had few men who materialized from the periphery coming to Marco’s side.

“Oh I’m so going to make you regret this I promise. You’re going to take everything back, the insult, the- every single thing-“

“Oh shut it and stop having faith in yourself becoming something. I want him out of here.” Just as he finished addressing Marco, he snapped a finger for the men to carry out his order.

But much to the dismay, Anders appeared at the scene. Dren was the first to sight him, “Sir Anders!” He bowed his head immediately showing respect to him.

Anders however, ignored as he rushed over to Marco. “Young master!” He called at once with his head falling low in salute to him.

His appearance instilling dominance into Dren and the two guards standing beside Marco about to throw him out. Both halting their actions with their head bowed in respect to Anders who in return was only showing regard to Marco, oblivious to their existence.