Several men laughed at Marco's words and looked at him like a clown. No one seemed to take his words seriously. "He talks a lot," said one of the men who heard Marco's remarks about the game. The man took in Marco's appearance from top to bottom, then snorted."How can someone like him win this game? He hallucinates a lot," said the woman who stood up after finishing registering a name for herself. After all, no one would let Marco win so easily. All the men here would have their pride hurt if someone like him defeated them.Then, some of the men previously greeted by Marco started talking about him in a style that Marco found extremely disgusting. "We're not on the same level as him. How could we let someone from the lower class like him win."One of them, Robert, said, "You're so eager to win. That's how important the prize is to build your company." He thought Marco had nothing for his company and wanted to get the prize to survive. That prejudice, without evidence, made him laugh,
Marco smoothed the hem of his shirt, which was a little messy because he rolled it up. At this moment, everyone seemed to be staring at him in disbelief, for the man had managed to prove himself by getting such a high score. He had hit all the targets, and now people were silent and felt as if his mouth had been locked.Not only the guests but even Wilson, who was present with him, seemed surprised by Marco's dexterity. The man didn't take long to shoot all the targets and get such a high score. Not a single one of his targets escaped. And now, Marco looked so flat as he responded to the faces of the people who were still gaping at his performance.Until Robert shook his head and said, "It was just luck. He will fall in the next challenge." When he said that, people started turning to each other and nodding. They started whispering and believing that Marco was just lucky. In response, Marco clearly didn't care. To him, it was just the words of someone who was comforting himself so as
That man was Hans, a man in his early forties who had a little gray in his hair. Yes, although it was not visible because all his hair was now dyed brown. And now, Hans seemed to be staring angrily at Marco. He clenched his fist and hissed, "You're talking out of your ass! Don't be a smartass!"Hans said, "I've been in business for a long time, and I'm not a newbie like you. Who are you to act like you know that my company has a lot of debt? You have no right to say such things!" He didn't want people to think that way just because of a single remark from a stranger they met one day.Marco raised one eyebrow with indifferent eyes. "Why wouldn't I have the right?" Marco then chuckled and smiled mockingly. "You don't know my company either. Do you think my company is lousy? Even I don't want to work with you."Hans took a rough breath and looked at Marco with a glare. "So that you know, my company has a very large income. One million dollars is a very small amount to me."Hans clucked a
"No, that's not possible. There seems to be a mistake here," said one of the people who had been there and heard everything. His face looked so incredulous at what he had just heard. The man with dark black hair pointed at Marco with his hand and said, "This kind of thing makes no sense."Meanwhile, Hans, who was previously insulted by Marco, began to take the opportunity to add his opinion deliberately. "Who does he think he is? What family does he come from to be able to do such a big thing with a company that has just been built?"One of the women who had talked to Wilson and heard Marco's surname immediately said, "He just comes from a very small and not famous family. Do you know the Moore family? Do you know them?" Apparently, not only did he want to refute the argument, but he also wanted to reply to Marco's insinuation that the women here were mostly stupid.And the woman at his side nodded in agreement. "He must be doing a trick. How could he succeed with just one try?"Xavie
Neither Wilson nor Marco went straight home after the party ended. The two chose to dine at a fancy restaurant in the city center. They exited the car and took the elevator to the top floor. And here they were, sitting down to a sumptuous dinner with a stunning night view of the city. Yes, Savoureux Tower never fails to deliver the most delightful ambiance among other fine dining restaurants.Wilson crossed her legs and looked at Marco. "It turns out that you can respond and reply to people who mock you so calmly." The woman then leaned her back against the chair. Before, she played with the drink in her hand with a curious face. She wanted to know who Marco was. There was no sign that the man would reveal the truth anytime soon.So Wilson chose to take a sip of the wine in her hand and asked, "You're not going to tell me who you are?" The woman leered slightly, affected by the effects of the wine she had swallowed while still at the party.Marco did the same. The man fiddled with the
Marco took a long breath and pressed his head while shaking his head. The man looked at Wilson, who looked so messed up with eyes that were now half open. "Ah, she is a woman who likes to trouble herself."The man saw that Wilson was increasingly acting and speaking strangely. Some things sounded like inconsequential mumbling, and Marco could not catch the meaning. The woman was still clutching the zipper of her dress and tugging at it to get it off her.Realizing this, Marco immediately held the woman's hand to stop her from doing anything further. "You'll regret it when you wake up."Marco was certain that Wilson would be embarrassed when she regained consciousness the next morning. What woman would want to show her body in front of someone who is not theirs? Especially Wilson, a great woman who doesn't seem to need men.But unexpectedly, Wilson looked at her with her eyes blinking several times. The woman smiled like a fool. "Gosh, you're handsome and charming. How can there be som
Once they had cleaned up, Marco and Wilson sat across from each other with two glasses of tea on the table. Marco savored every sip of the tea he ordered with its soothing chamomile aroma. Even the warm smoke still filled the room.Wilson lowered her head slightly and stole a shy glance at Marco. The woman tucked her hair behind her ear. Her face reddened slightly as she accidentally recalled what she had done to Marco last night. It felt like Wilson's face was getting hot, and she was at a loss for what to do.Marco certainly noticed that Wilson was more silent than usual. "Already, it's better to forget what happened last night." She didn't like the awkwardness between them either. Since both of them were coworkers, it would not be pleasant to continue to be trapped in a situation like this. Yes, despite the fact that he also did not expect that something like last night would happen because it was very embarrassing.Wilson gave a slight nod, although the uncomfortable feeling stil
"Yes, we can probably have coffee together next time," Isabella said as Marco said goodbye to leave. Marco gave a slight nod and stood up to leave. But apparently, Isabella didn't want that yet.The woman in the floral dress that covered her knees held Marco's hand and looked at him curiously. "This is the first time I've seen a man like you."The two were now staring at each other. "Should I feel proud of that?" Although the tone Marco said sounded like a question, obviously, the man did not need an answer.Isabella, of course, immediately smiled when she heard Marco's answer. The woman lowered her head slightly to avert her eyes from constantly staring at Marco. Finally, she looked back at the face of the man in front of her.To be honest, this is not a common occurrence. Isabella often gets unpleasant treatment because of her beautiful face. Although beauty is a gift, sometimes beauty can also get her into trouble. Some of the calls were mischievous and teasing, even harassing, no