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The Amazing Marcus Puth Seventy one.
“What is it? Can't you let me be?" Johnson yelled, exasperated. The caller's calm voice was a stark contrast to Johnson's ire. "Chill, Johnson. I have something you're looking for." Johnson's anger paused, his curiosity piqued. "What are you talking about?" he asked, his tone slightly softer."I'll send you an address to meet up, and you'll come alone," the voice said.Johnson responded, "Why should I come to your location? How do I know you're not the one I'm searching for?"The voice let out a loud laughter, which ended abruptly. "You're amusing," the caller said. "If I was the kidnapper, you'd already be dead."A shiver ran down Johnson's spine. "Are you still there?" the caller asked, breaking the silence.Johnson composed himself, his voice firm. "Yes."The caller's tone was direct. "Are you in or not?"Johnson hesitated, glancing at Don and the tracker, who were watching him intently. He knew he had to find his father's killer quickly. "I'm in," he said, his decision made."G
The Amazing Marcus Puth The Do’s and Don’t!!
Johnson arrived at the location, a secluded house surrounded by overgrown bushes. He couldn't help but wonder why the mysterious person had chosen this isolated spot, of all places. It seemed crazy to him; if anything went wrong, no one would be able to trace his whereabouts, and he wouldn't be able to call for help. The house appeared abandoned, and the eerie atmosphere sent a shiver down his spine. Johnson’s instincts screamed at him to leave, but his curiosity and need for revenge propelled him forward, into the unknown.Don pushed open the creaky door and stepped inside, calling out into the darkness, "Is anybody here?" The only response was the echo of his own voice off the dusty walls. He yelled again, "Is anybody there?" but the silence was deafening. Just as he turned to leave, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out to read the message: "Take off your face mask." Don groaned, wondering if this was some kind of joke. He was meant to reaveal his face instead of
The Amazing Marcus Puth Seventy three
"Father, don't tell me you want to share our family secrets in front of an outsider," John said, his voice laced with disapproval. The whole family turned to look at him, and his gaze met Marcus'. "Who's that, John?" Their father asked, his tone stern. John's gaze lingered on Marcus, his implication clear. "He knows himself," John said, his words dripping with disdain. The whole family's gaze followed him, landing on Marcus, and Their father stared at him, his expression unyielding. He had never liked Marcus, and with the current situation, he felt it was all because of him, viewing him as a bad omen. "You're right, son," he said finally. "We can't discuss our business in front of an outsider.""What, you both are kidding, right? He's my fiancé!" Sandra yelled, her voice echoing through the room."Fiancé, not husband," her father corrected, his tone firm."You must be kidding me. What the hell is this?" Sandra stood up, slamming her hand on the table, making everyone flinch."Sand
The Amazing Marcus Puth Seventy four
Marcus's heart raced as he heard the footsteps approaching. He tiptoed to the door and peeked outside, his eyes widening in surprise as he saw Sandra's father heading towards the room. Panicked, Marcus scanned the space for a place to hide, but there was none.Sandra's father reached the door and noticed it was slightly ajar. His eyes narrowed, knowing someone was inside. He pushed the door open with a swift motion, his anger evident in the creak of the hinges. "Who's here?" he demanded, his voice echoing through the empty office as he spun around, his eyes scanning the space for any sign of the intruder.Marcus held his breath, crouched beneath the desk, and silently prayed that the elderly man wouldn't discover him. He knew he couldn't come up with a convincing excuse for his presence in the office.Meanwhile, Sandra's father settled into the chair, his legs propped up on the desk, and declared, "Whoever you are, you will soon come out. I'm not going anywhere until you reveal your
The Amazing Marcus Puth Seventy five.
Don crept home, hoping to avoid his father's anger, and quietly made his way to his room. He removed his shoe, holding it in his hand, and took a deep breath before opening the door a crack to peek inside. To his dismay, he saw his father pacing back and forth in the sitting room. "Shit," he muttered under his breath, rubbing his hair in frustration.Just then, his gaze met the maid's, who was standing afar. He walked up to her, clearing his throat. "Is the back door open...?" he asked urgently, his eyes wide with concern. She nodded solemnly, "Yes, sir." Don gave her a brief nod and a fake smile, trying to appear calm, and the maid blushed, seemingly charmed by his gesture despite the tense atmosphere.Don opened the back door and tiptoed up the stairs, trying to go unnoticed. Just as he was about to open his room door, he heard his father's voice from behind. "So, this is when you decide to come home, Don?" his father said, his tone firm and authoritative.Slowly, Don turned bac
The Amazing Marcus Puth Seventy six
Johnson sent a message to Don, but he let out a groan, clearly frustrated. He walked to the door and opened it, revealing one of his men standing there. "What did you just say?" Johnson asked, his voice tense."Sir, the police are at the front door," the man replied, his expression grave.Johnson nodded, thinking quickly. "I will have to use the back door," he said, but before he could make a move, his man spoke up again."They've surrounded the whole house, sir," he said, his voice laced with urgency.Johnson's face contorted in anger and desperation. "Fuck!" he exclaimed, rubbing his hair in frustration. He was trapped, and to make matters worse, Don wasn't responding to his messages or calls. He was on his own, with no clear escape route."Sir, we have no time to waste," his man urged, and Johnson nodded, thinking quickly. He made a split-second decision to escape through the visitor's bathroom downstairs. He swiftly put on a black hoodie, covering his face, and grabbed his gun
The Amazing Marcus Puth Seventy seven
The next morning, Marcus decided to follow Sandra to the office, maybe then he would find a clue to the tycoon lord. He helped Sandra pack her office bag and held the bag, holding her hands as they stepped out of their room. But they met with John, who sneered at Marcus. "All you do is chase my sister. I know you are with her because of her money," he said, his voice laced with venom. Marcus, unfazed, replied with a grin, "At least I got myself a lady who's rich. What do you have for yourself? No money, no woman." John gritted his teeth, his face red with anger, but before he could say something, Sandra spoke up, "Sweetheart, let's ignore this loser." She pulled Marcus's hand, and they walked away, leaving John seething with rage. John stared at the spot where they had left, his eyes blazing with anger. No one had ever disrespected him in this house, and now Sandra had made him lose his standing in the family. He knew one thing for sure - he needed to come up with a way to get th
The Amazing Marcus Puth Seventy eight
The police surrounded Johnson, and he held his breath, relaxing his back against the tree, his heart racing with fear. He was sweating despite the cold weather, knowing he was in grave danger. "Search everywhere for him, he must be close by!" one of the police officers yelled, and his men obeyed, shining their torchlights in every nook and cranny. "I can't find anything, sir," one of them said, and the chief police officer cursed, "Fuck, we've missed him!" He turned around, his face red with anger and frustration, and barked, "Let's go, team! Drag the dead body!" He remained frozen, hoping to avoid detection, as the police officers dragged the body away.When he heard the footsteps fade away, he peeked and saw that the police had finally left. He let out a sigh of relief and sat down on the floor, feeling defeated and lost. He had nowhere to go, no one to turn to, and no idea who to trust at this point in his life. He pulled out his phone, hoping against hope that Don had sent him
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