The Amazing Marcus Puth

Underestimated

Marcus was seething with rage. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel of his car, his knuckles turning white as he read and reread the message. It was as if the words had been carved into his mind, taunting him with their accusation. He tried to think if had any issues with Don but none was coming to his mind.

"Don," he spat through gritted teeth, his voice trembling with anger. "You've gone too far. You've bitten off more than you can chew."

With a swift motion, Marcus started the car, his foot pressing down on the accelerator as he pulled out of the driveway.

Sandra watched Marcus's car speed off, its engine roaring with the force of his fury. Her eyebrows furrowed with confusion, her thoughts racing as she tried to make sense of his abrupt departure.

With a concerned frown, Sandra pulled out her phone, her thumb swiping over the screen to dial Marcus's number. But he did not pick up, his silence only heightening her anxiety.

Where did he go? she whispered, her voice tinged