The Amazing Marcus Puth

Apologize to Marcus!!

A furious Don father stormed into the police station, his gaze fixed on the officers who had arrested his son in front of the press. “How dare you, how could you arrest my son in front of the press!” he roared, his voice seething with rage. “I thought we were friends.”

The deputy police officer stepped forward, a look of contrition on his face.

“I’m sorry, sir. The order came from above.”

Don's father's face turned stormy, his eyes narrowing as he took in the news. He hissed through clenched teeth, the betrayal stinging like a slap to the face.

“I’m here to bail my son out,” he stated firmly, expecting immediate compliance. But the deputy officer’s gaze was steely, his response chilling.

“We can’t grant you that.”

“I want to bail my son out,” He repeated, assuming the deputy police officer did not hear him earlier.

Don's father's demand fell on deaf ears as the deputy officer maintained his resolve.

“I’m sorry, sir,” he repeated, his voice devoid of pity. “The order is clear—you