The Amazing Marcus Puth

Treasure!!!

Chapter seven.

Treasure!!!

“Thank you,” Sandra mumbled as she ended the call. She was still in doubt, her heart was beating as she scrolled through her computer. She clicked on her account balance, lo and behold the money had reflected on her account balance. Likewise, she blinked her eyes severally and her gaze moved to Marcus, who was enjoying her discomfort.

“Who the fuck are you?” She asked, her voice laced with confusion.

Marcus smiled standing up, “That should not be your problem dear,” he said, teasing her. “When are we going to the court to register our marriage?” He asked.

“Huh?” She muttered, her jaw dropped.

Marcus let out a laugh, and he moved closer to Sandra, he leaned towards her ear. “Our marriage, Or have you forgotten our deal, darling wife,” Marcus said, taunting her.

Sandra tried to speak, but her mouth felt like it was full of cotton. She couldn't comprehend the words that Marcus was saying. All she could think about was the man standing in front of her. This couldn't be the same man she had known as her employee.

Marcus she knew was someone who had struggled to make ends meet, who could barely afford to eat three square meals a day. And yet, here he was, doling out one hundred million dollars like it was nothing, like it was no more significant than a penny.

“Sandra,” he called her out, but Sandra did not respond, she just stared at him.

He waved his hands In Front of her, “Hello,” he called out. His voice rang into her ears, jolting her away from her world, she stared at him, swallowing hard.

“Who are you?” She asked again.

Marcus chuckled. “ I already told you, it’s not a problem.”

“It’s a problem Marcus, I need to know whether I’m dealing with a criminal or not,” she blurted out without thinking, and immediately she closed her mouth.

“Do I look like a criminal to you?” He asked, leaning his back to the wall, folding his arms. “In case you have forgotten, that’s the supreme black card, it can’t be stolen.”

“Exactly my concern, how did you get a hold of it? We both know the consequences if we get caught,” she yelled, her voice tinged with fear.

“Relax, you don’t need to stress yourself, okay. Let’s just stick to our agreement, which is once I give you the money you need, we get married,” he said with a sly smile and Sandra looked away, her cheeks turning red.

Sandra's thoughts were a jumbled mess in her mind. She wanted to tell Marcus that the proposal had been a joke, that she had never dreamed he could have so much money. Marriage was the last thing on her mind, something that would only tie her down, make her feel small and dependent. 

But as she looked at his face, something shifted inside her. She couldn't put it into words, but she felt a strange fluttering in her chest. She'd never felt this way before.

The more she looked at him, the more she noticed his good looks. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a muscular build. His hazel eyes were framed by long lashes, and his hair was black as night. His smile was perfect, his teeth straight and white. She had always admired him, she felt like if he wasn’t poor he would have made a good boyfriend. 

And then it hit her — he wasn't poor anymore. He was rich. But then she remembered again that she had once seen a wedding ring on his finger, she secretly used her eyes to search for it and let out a sigh of relief when she could not see it, she thought perhaps she was hallucinating.

Sandra became shy, just when she was about to tell him she agreed, Marcus cleared his throat, locking gaze with her.

“I was joking,” he said, smiling.

The smile on Sandra’s face disappeared immediately. She felt maybe he didn’t see her as someone who was up to his standard, for the first time in her life she felt ugly.

“Did I do something wrong?” She asked, lowering her gaze.

Marcus burst into laughter, making Sandra more confused. She folded her arms, “Marcus!” She yelled.

Marcus's laughter subsided immediately, and she groaned. “I’m sorry,” he apologized and Sandra nodded, she was more concerned about why he didn’t want to get married to her than his apologies.

“Well, you are not the problem, I just understand your question funny,” he said, with a smile that made Sandra uncomfortable.

“So?” She asked, folding her arms.

Marcus looked at her, his expression serious. “I just ended a failing marriage,” he said, his voice flat and emotionless. “I'm not ready to start another one so soon.” 

“The money?” She asked.

 “Hmm,” Then, he paused, “The money is just a gift from me to you. For the way you treated me in the past, despite my poverty.” 

Despite everything that had happened, he still remembered how she had treated him, and he wanted to thank her.

Sandra felt disappointed hearing Marcus words, she imagined herself carrying Marcus child and how they would have been a perfect couple. The mere thought of it made her cheeks turn red. She quickly composed herself and cleared her throat. 

“I can’t accept the money,” she said, her voice firm. “It’s far too much,” she added, smiling.

Marcus was silent, his gaze lingered on her as he caressed his jaw. It wasn’t something surprising to him, he knew it was not going to be easy to accept such an amount of money for Sandra.  She was a lady who had pride and wanted to maintain her crown.

“And I don’t want the money back,” Marcus said.

“Fine,” she mumbled. “I have an idea.”

“What is it?” Marcus asked, his voice tinged with curiosity.

“I would take it as an investment, and I would like to give 51% stock shares of my company.”

Marcus was shocked, he wanted to reject it because this company was the treasure of Sandra. He knew how much effort Sandra had put into this company to make it what it was today.

But on the contrary, if he accepts the 51% stock shares, he would be the owner of the company. What should he do?