2024-11-13 16:23:17They stared at him to let the cat out of the bag as time was of the essence.
“... Marshall planned on proposing to Michelle on fortnight during the endorsement deal event…” he completely voiced out in a cracked tone. The fear of the unknown struck quivers down his buckled spine and all he could do was mumble pitiful prayers. “Interesting!” “Perfect timing!” “For your sake. Don't mention this beautiful meeting to your accomplices,” he chipped in, his words oozed dangerously. “In two weeks, we'll reconvene this conversation.” “However, on second thought?...” “What could have prompted y'all to call the shots for my extermination? You haven't told me why you guys contracted the assassins?” Barr. Fredrick nervously cleared his throat and darted his eyes in fear as he knew he hadn't yet revealed that one deep secret. “Get ready to spill the whole truth at the so-called proposal night…” *** Fortnight on the dot, Manchester City headlines exquisitely broadcasted the endorsement glamor that would have Michelle Sanchez honored. The distinguished guests had already arrived for the red carpet, which was scheduled for the 19th o'clock. Madam Catherine, dressed in a stunning emerald green evening gown with her jewel adorned for the memorable event. She found her path into the event with several splashes of camera shutters positioned on her face to catch the golden moments. Within five minutes, a black limousine screened at the entrance of the auditorium. Michelle alighted with an irresistible aura enthralled by her glamorous uniquely crafted designers, her dinner gown was clothed in sapphire blue. “Michelle Sanchez. Do you feel worthy of the endorsement deal as the new face of Kingstown Golden Telecommunications, given the fact the company’s heir is your fiance?” one of the interviewers skillfully inquired with tongue charmed with sarcasm. “Hey! Dumb question! We're behind schedule,” Marshall vigorously intercepted and walked off with his fiancèe which got the interviewers gazing in suspicion. “Distinguished Ladies and Gentlemen, we welcome y'all to one of the most talked about events in Manchester City. “Observing the existing protocol. Shall we begin? As time is of the essence.” “Right on the projector screen, our eyes would meet the mesmerizing stunner who would soon be recognized as the new face of Kingston Golden Telecommunications,” the host graciously expressed in all delight. Madam Catherine and Michelle beamed in joy as the exalted moments were before their eyes. Unexpectedly, an adult videotape was displayed on the projector screen which vigorously sparked the attention of every distinguished personnel in the hall. “Oh My God!” The journalists screamed out. “Gosh! What the hell!?” Many of the guests buzzed at what their eyes had beheld. Madam Catherine inhaled in terror, her eyes bulged out in horror as shame mesmerized her. On reflection, Michelle’s veins ran cold while she struggled to exhale. “What the fuck is going on?!” “Tech unit?” Marshall barked out in uncontrolled disbelief. He snapped his fingers for them to take off the videotape, but the contents kept replaying in their faces. “My Heaven's! Is that not Mrs Catherine Sanchez having sex with another man?” A good number of the seated personnel voiced out in disbelief, the displayed videotape oozed despicable disgrace. Barrister Frederick’s legs trembled in dishonor; as seconds raced by; his heart choked in fear of the possible shameful reaction they'd encounter. He never knew there was such an indicting adult-rated video all along. “Mum!? You've been sleeping with the family lawyer? My God!” Michelle unbelievably uttered as she clutched her elbow on her thighs with a buckled spine. Catherine was slammed into a pounding introspective aura as fear enveloped her entirety; she didn't know who in hell's name could have recorded her sexcapades with Barr. Frederick. UNBELIEVABLE! Unbeknownst, Michael Scofield knew about the despicable affair and once made a video recording but couldn't show Mr. Charleston the shameful deeds being hatched in his abode due to his deteriorating health. He never knew he'd need that adult-rated videotape someday. Indistinct and distinct conversations lingered amongst the distinguished personnel who were yet to wrap their heads around what was unfolding. “This is preposterous! An absolute eyesore!” The crowd fussed nonstop, their teeth smacked in contempt as they shot Madam Catherine a shameful glare. “A married woman sleeping with another man in her matrimonial bed!?” “So shameless!” They continued with their sanctimonious speeches which intensified the aroused tension and ridiculed the ashamed Augustine family. “Who in the earth’s name is behind this? The videotape can't be stopped!?” Marshall heightened, his eyes gleamed in shocked perplexity. Suddenly, a distorted voice reverberated from the center of the hall. “I did!” All mouths gasped, and their eyes flickered toward where the sound echoed from; some quickly arose to catch a glimmer of the personnel behind the voice as all voices went numb. The personnel behind the commotion majestically arose and strode four steps forward, his composure charmed with mystery and puzzlement. “Who are you? Your face doesn't mark a precedent,” Marshall instantly questioned with his eyes narrowed. The man behind the voice muffled a scornful giggle and gently but skillfully undressed the hyper-realistic face mask he had worn all along. “My God! You're… the… one?” Catherine breathlessly gutted out, she swallowed hard as though a ghost had reawakened while Marshall restlessly stood with his feet quivering. “Are you not supposed to be—” Michelle was about to spill too much when she abruptly held back her words, her heartbeat ragged in confusion. “How in angel's name did you—?” Marshall reactively expressed, his words etched with incoherence. “How in death's name is he still alive? Huh!” The Augustine family terribly mused nonstop. The invited distinguished were intrigued in awe, they beheld the mysterious young man unveiling his real face as none easily grasped who he was. All along, none of his foes knew he was right there in their midst in a disguised form, wearing an undetectable human-skin face mask. Amidst the disarrayed moments, he scornfully ambled towards them with a menacing, disdainful chuckle. Their throats leaped into their chests, knowing the evil they masterminded against him failed woefully. Realization hit them damn hard; their hearts plunged into conflicting pathetic thoughts. “If he could leak the sexcapades what more wouldn't he do?” Madam Catherine's heart bled in fear. He unleashed a dry, contemptuous chuckle that struck more suspense, fear, and tension into the atmosphere, while he wore back his mystified hyper-realistic face mask; from his disposition, he only got started. “I’m Michael Scofield!” “... I’ve returned!”
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