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As much as he was concerned over his father – as she thought – it wouldn’t do Daniel any good if they ended up dead inside. However, she wasn’t sure Marcel was even listening because he showed no other reaction nor did the speed decrease. His jaw was clenched while his eyes were set on the road, his mind far away.

Hence, Clara could only lean back into the seat and make a silent prayer for her soul. As much as Marcel was an experienced driver, nonetheless, it was still a terrifying experience. All she could see was the blur of cars they zoomed past and she fought against the urge to throw up. She didn’t want to die yet.

He shouldn’t have sent Arianna there, that was the only thought in Marcel’s mind as he raced to his father’s place. If his father was at home, that meant the security was doubled and Arianna must be confused – if they weren’t in trouble already.

The thought of his father laying a hand on her made him clutch the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles turned white. He gritted his teeth hard, wishing he could magically teleport over there and rescue Arianna from this suicide mission he sent her. His stomach churned at the thought that he sent her to her death.

Marcel’s heart tightened and he felt suffocated. He would never forgive himself if anything were to happen to Arianna. Damn it! He must be cursed or something! Why were people around him always getting hurt or ending up dead?

His phone rang but Marcel paid it no heed knowing that they would have an accident once his attention got divided. He was driving over the speed limit just to get to his father’s place and it was already hard work juggling the guilt digging deeper in his chest with each passing minute and concentrating on the road.

Although he had a feeling that it was Victor calling to inform him of the unexpected twist in their plan and for further instruction. If Victor were to step foot into that house, his father would surely know something was up. The man was only enduring to his son – and apparently, Clara. Daniel respected his sister Carmine, he didn’t fear her – and her offspring.

The only reason Daniel even let Victor by his side was that he had no choice. He knew his sister’s disinterest in the family business, nor was she as greedy as their relatives. That made her the only one he could trust even though she hated his guts – she still hadn’t forgiven him for what he did to their late brother.

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Moreover, Victor did not hold a candle to his son, Marcel. He was his father’s prodigy, his only child was destined for greatness. Aside from that, he and Victor had been so close since birth that one might even mistake both as twins instead of cousins and Daniel couldn’t separate them. The only time they got separated, Victor almost died.

Marcel was not repeating that history. Today, he would not lose anyone, especially not Arianna, or else he might as well kill himself and go ask for her forgiveness in the underworld. Although he doubted that anyway, because while Arianna would be in heaven, he’d be in hell rotting away for his sins.

Thanks to his mad speed, Marcel arrived at his father’s place in no time. The guards at the large gate were surprised at his arrival knowing father and son didn’t have a great relationship. However, they let them in upon seeing the regular visitor, Clara who was a little green in the face; she looked uncomfortable.

As soon as Marcel came to a stop on the property, Clara got out of the car as if the devils were on her heels, and then bending over, she threw up on the green lawn. God, she almost died there! What the hell was wrong with that man?! His father was not even dying!

Marcel climbed out of the car, his eyes quickly darting around his surroundings to see if he was going to spot her. However, there was no sign of Arianna and Mimi, except their company bus parked at the corner and visible to anyone. That could only mean that they were successfully inside and Marcel didn’t know if he should be scared or delighted by the thought.

What phase of the plan were they up to now? What difficulty were they facing? Had Arianna realized how risky this plan was and thought to back out or would she stubbornly go on with it? How was he going to solve this mess? Questions like that filled his head, almost driving him crazy.

His feet moved even before his mind did and he was heading to the entrance guided by two of his father’s soldiers. When he tried to walk in, they stood in his way.

“Sir Daniel never told us he was expecting you,” They looked at him suspiciously.

Yes, that was the type of relationship that existed between father and son. None of them trusted each other.

“So I have no right to visit my father without seeking approval now?” Marcel spoke through gritted teeth.

The question was stupid in the first place knowing he and Daniel didn’t have a loving relationship, but he was not thinking straight at the moment. He would do anything that would get into that house right now.

The two soldiers shared a look but there were still suspicions in their gaze and Marcel felt like rolling his eyes, does his father seriously think he would murder him now he’s sick. He was not a coward to strike when one was at their lowest, he preferred fights with honor.

Almost immediately, he heard a small voice calling to him, “Marcel,” and he looked to the side to see Clara squatted down beside her vomit, her back leaning against the car with her eyes closed.

He walked over and picked her in his arms and then returned to the soldiers saying, “Am with her, are you satisfied now?”

They let him in.