The promises

NAOM I

I opened my eyes, I couldn't feel any presence behind me, I glanced straight at Harold, who was staring past me at someone in disbelief. I spun around, and the first sight I saw was Anthony's dead body lying on the cold floor with blood pooling from his head. He was shot on his head, and I felt nauseous at the bloody sight.

I heard the footsteps towards us as I glanced up, to see Marcel...Marcel Delacourt with a gun in his hand.

Was he the one who shot Anthony??

He clicked his tongue while glancing at the dead body.

"Were you really about to kneel down in front of this shit!" Marcel grimaced at Harold while pointing at the body.

Then he looked at me and smirked,

"Hello, Miss housemaid!!" He stood beside me and looked at Harold again.

"You were about to kneel and beg for her??" He frowned.

Harold was breathing heavily while glancing at Marcel.

"What is going on between you and him??" Marcel asked me as I stood tongue tied.

"It's none of your business, Marcel!" Harold retorted.

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