Lucy was stubborn and refused to believe anything Marco said. To the girl, her friend had never lied, and Marco was telling the lie this time. She was adamant about not leaving despite her body oozing cold sweat.Marco had had enough of her. He gave Lucy an indifferent look. "As you wish. I won't save one of you because you didn't care what I warned you."Marco turned to Lucy's friends, who were still staring at him with pleading looks and pleas to be saved. The explosion, which Marco thought was not big enough, made them all tremble, especially when they saw metal emerging from under the ground where Lucy was standing and might be able to make them disabled.One of the girls said, "Please help us get out of here." Her voice sounded very fragile. Her voice sounded very fragile. There was even a little water in her eyes as she said this.Marco nodded. "You guys take it easy. I'll help you get out of here." Then, the man looked around to ensure no other teenagers were wandering among th
Lucy was now in a much safer place, near her friends, who were sitting and looking at her with pitying eyes. Lucy felt her labored breathing relieved, her legs trembling even more with cold knees. She greedily gulped down her oxygen supply, though her stomach was still twisting with fear and the need to cry at the same time. Now, she was safe. Marco had rescued her and helped her get free from the mine that was in the vicinity of where she was standing before.Marco was still standing in front of her, arms around her with a cold look in his eyes. "So, now you want to tell me who claims to own this house?" He was curious about the person who had lied to this girl until he was sure of his previous decision.Lucy looked up, then swallowed hard. The girl shook her head and said, "I don't want to say. Because still, he might be the real owner." In the girl's mind, Marco might have been a servant there. He could have wandered around freely and knew where the mines were because he was used t
There has been so much going on lately. Marco has a lot on his plate and needs to get things done quickly. Not only did he have to take care of the new company he had just built with Wilson as the CEO. But Marco also had to complete tasks from his grandfather without making the slightest mistake. In fact, Marco has to travel to several cities to complete business that cannot be delayed. There were several that he had to meet for the sake of his grandfather's work.The man lost quite a bit of sleep and couldn't just ignore his responsibilities. Will even said, "Master, you should take some time to rest. You look exhausted."At that time, Marco refused, saying, "I'll finish this first." Marco was still busy with the file that had just been sent. His grandfather wanted investors from overseas, and Marco was going to win them for him.And now, when all the work was almost done, the servant had proposed a vacation for his tired-looking master. "You can choose any destination you want to un
Marco was not at all afraid of the bluff of the big man in front of him. Even if the man pointed a gun at him, Marco would not be afraid. Wasn't this his right to all the betting money he should have? Marco had done the right thing. And he came here to have fun, not to be cheated out of even the smallest amount. The pleasure of winning a bet was certainly a pleasure in itself. And he didn't want this man in front of him to spoil all the fun he was having.Billy shook his head softly, clearly underestimating whatever Marco had to say. The man waved his hand, shooing Marco away. "You better get out of here before I get mad and beat you to death! Look, there are so many workers here." He pointed to the large men standing not far from them. They were the guards here. Their average height was above one hundred and sixty, with fairly full bodies.Marco didn't care. "Oh, take it easy. I won't leave here empty-handed." So Marco took the cell phone in his pocket without taking his eyes off Bil
The boss's yelling was ear-shattering. Both Billy and the guards looked so shocked that their eyes widened fully. In fact, the guards seemed to be staring at each other with questioning looks. They didn't understand why they were being yelled at just for explaining what was going on there. All this time, the boss had always listened to them well and tended to support whatever they did. Yes, even if it was because he didn't know what was really going on. Also, none of the guests dared to report it in detail to the boss, so the busy man had to come here and run with his breath taken away.The boss then smiled awkwardly at Marco and said, Did Mr. Marco experience something bad?" he asked just to be sure. He was quite panicked when he got the news that he had to come here for some of his men who were not doing their jobs properly. So far, there had never been any significant problems at his racetrack. And it was quite a surprise to find such an important person calling him because of a pr
"Mr. Arnold, please don't do that. We don't want to live in prison," begged one of the men still wearing the typical black uniform of the guards. He looked down and refrained from crying. She was terrified and didn't want to imagine that she would have to live behind bars.Not only him, but even Billy clasped his hands. "Sir, we will fix this and never do it again. Please forgive us. We are guilty." There was no other way but to beg. He was willing to be fired as long as he didn't go to jail. That would worsen his record, and it would not be easy to get a new job when he was released."Please give us a second chance," begged the others without exception.Arnold shook his head. He couldn't spare them. "You've made a terrible mistake." As he said this, he could see that the workers were turning pale and trembling. He felt a little bad, but it wasn't in his power."It's not me you're hurting, it's Mr. Marco. You should apologise to him, not me." Afterwards, he saw that his subordinates,
After completing his first lap to warm up with the other drivers, Marco got out for a quick look around. Before he got back into his car and drove around the area, it felt pretty good, as he was able to release his stress and let it out by driving above the average speed on the highway. The adrenaline rush was intense, and it took away some of the tiredness that had been hanging over him for some time.Later, when he was done with all his free spins, Marco got out and found Arnold, the manager of the place, waiting for him with a big smile. The man greeted Marco, Good afternoon, Mr. Marco. Are you enjoying your time here?"Marco gave a small nod without answering. He readjusted the folds of his long shirt until it was a little neater. And then, Marco heard that Arnold was speaking to him again, "I am pleased if Mr. Marco is enjoying his time here. You can choose whatever you want to try. We've also set up a monitor room in case Mr. Marco wants to try watching the drivers racing on ano
At a moderate speed, Marco's car cut through the crowded streets at lunchtime like this. The sun was shining directly overhead, so the heat felt like it was burning his skin. Now, Marco's car stopped in front of a very famous luxury restaurant in Horizon Edge.At that moment, Irene's eyes widened, and she was quite surprised. The restaurant Marco had chosen was the best restaurant with a menu that was quite fantastic. Their service was outstanding, and it was said that this restaurant called Luxe Garment Haven had the most expensive wine among other restaurants.It was still unbelievable to Irene that this man she had just met would take her to such a fantastic place. There was no way she would spend a million dollars for a single meal at a place with such a classy feel. Even the cars lined up in the parking lot looked expensive and cost billions. The diners here must be rich people who don't hesitate to spend money on a plate of the highest quality food, even if it would take a lot o