The Amazing Marcus Puth

Chapter Eighty three.

Sandra let out a loud scream as Marcus dropped the jar, his eyes fixed on Don's lifeless body on the floor. Marcus groaned, regret etched on his face.

"I didn't mean to hit him on the head," he muttered, standing up to untie Sandra. "We need to get out of here as fast as possible," he urged, his voice low and urgent.

Sandra's voice cracked as she asked, "What about Don? What will happen to him?"

Marcus reassured her, "He'll be fine," and she nodded, though her eyes betrayed her worry.

Marcus quickly scanned the area to ensure they hadn't left any incriminating evidence behind. Satisfied, he took Sandra's hand, and they made their way to the receptionist's desk.

They put on a calm facade, acting like nothing was amiss, and swiftly exited the building. Once outside, they broke into a run, desperate to put as much distance between themselves and the scene as possible.

"What if they check the CCTV cameras?" Sandra asked, her voice trembling.

"We'll claim self-defense," Marcus replied,