Romans & histoires Marcel Gerard

Marcel was indifferent before nodding at Harvey, who was watching from the sidelines. “Send a message for me, Margot Patel.”

he said and I nodded, knowing full well. “If you want to stay away, I understand; you're not really obligated to collaborate with me.” “I'll never let that asshole raise that girl,” Marcel said seriously and I squeezed my hands. “I'll do whatever it takes to save her.” “Sounds very disturbing undertone behind that,” I spat in annoyance and denied. “I won't approach her until the time comes, so I ask you to leave the drama behind,” Marcel replied seriously and I realized that Mr. Fert was getting the drift of the conversation. “Over my dead body, something bad happens to her; just keep that in mind.”

The same could however not be said for him. “Why did you stop the car?” Charlotte asked. “I’m not moving from here till you give me back my phone ma’am. Try to understand, Mr Gerano made it very clear that he would not listen to any excuse I would give if I failed to do as he asked,” Marcelo explained calmly. It was very frustrating for him as this was not his way of doing things. If it were another person, they would have been lying unconscious. But he could not use force on Charlotte as he knew Sebastian would cut his arms.

“Still got some jokes in that weak body huh?" Marcel gave her the hardest look he could muster. "Nadia, for the last time please let us get serious.” Marcel's eyes went wide when a sudden pain strike at his lower back. He groaned inwardly, tried to hold it down just to keep his sister from noticing so she wouldn't stop him from talking if she finds out. "You are being serious?" "Yes." He nodded. "For how long?" "If I am correct the child should be between age eighteen or nineteen now."

Luca, Marcelo arrived an hour after our call. I was eager to hear what he had to tell me. I asked him to wait in my office while I made certain calls. Gerald was yet to resume duty, and I wondered why. I called him to find his reasons, and he told me he was on his way. After my discussion with Gerald, I called Bruce. Whatever Marcelo had to say about Tomas was relevant to Bruce because he was his supervisor. After making all the calls, I looked at where my wife was sitting, and she looked beautiful in her jeans and a white t-shirt. The t-shirt hugged her body nicely, showing her breasts' roundness and tiny waist. She looked beautiful.

"It's okay. There is no need to talk about it. She is here now, and I will keep an eye on her. If she tries anything against you, we will kick her out." I nodded my head, feeling a little guilty. Marcel was a little too good for me. 'Can I have a moment with you please?' Beta Gerald's voice came into my head suddenly. 'Alone please. I am sorry to bother you.' I sighed. 'Meet me in my office. I will be there in five.' "Who are you talking to?" Marcel asked, noticing that I was talking through the mindlink. "Gerald." "Hmm." "What?" He shrugged. "I am yet to understand that guy."

Then it occurred to her that when she was on stage, she was paying attention to Skyler and not to anyone else. Jocelyn felt embarrassed. "I'm sorry. I have a bad memory!" The man shook his head, "It's okay. I don't mind. Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Marcel Sonnet!" Hearing the man's name, Jocelyn parted her lips slightly, "My God!" Jocelyn had never met Marcel in person, but she had seen numerous Marcel's works. Before Marcel became the head of the jewelry family, the Sonnets, he was an extraordinary jewelry designer, but he always kept a low profile. He rarely appeared on any occasion.