Chapter 23 - Ruths Assistant (2/2)

”What?”

”One of Ruth's strong traits is her confidentiality ability. No matter what, you won't be able to draw a thing out of her mouth,” Marcel told her.

”Then we invite her over, I don't believe you won't be able to snatch the truth from her,” Macy indirectly praised his ability.

”You don't understand, do you?” Marcel's brows were furrowed now, ” Ruth is a little ant that I can squash beneath my feet without a blink, however, she has too many supporters,” He turned to face her, ”As much as we are a strong clan, I don't think that I can survive the whole underworld coming at me. Moreover, I'm in no mood to create more enemies with my guns still missing - that's enough trouble on my plate already,”

At once Macy lowered her head as a sign of submission, she had made a mistake here - and she hardly makes mistakes. Marcel's approval is like a drug to her since she craves perfection.

”Keep an eye out on the clinic, another trail would surely pop out. With us so close to him and that he knows, Elijah would be sure to make mistakes any time soon,” Marcel figured out. People tend to make mistakes under tension and Elijah wasn't in his best condition right now.

”Sure,” Macy acknowledged his command and bowed to him. She was just about to take her leave when her gaze fell on the profile and an Idea came to her.

”There's something else,”

”What now?” yawned Marcel who had leaned down to pull his new friend, the chihuahua into his embrace.

”Ruth had an assistant,”

”Had?” He was quick to notice that little tense. That was Marcel, quick to notice even the smallest difference.

”According to our investigation…” Macy said while going through the papers, ”She had been with Ruth until months ago, seems she quit or something. But then…” She smirked, ”She was in the clinic the day Elijah was treated and might have seen his face,”

”Ruth might have a tight lip but the same can't be said for her assistant,” Marcel saw the plan was good.

He instructed Macy,” Bring her to me. I would love to have an interesting conversation with her,”

”Of course, boss,” The smile returned to Macy's face unlike earlier when she failed to understand him.

”You can leave now,” He ordered.

”Yes, boss,” Macy gladly took her leave.

As soon as she left, Marcel plopped down on the sofa with the dog in his arm, stroking its thick yet soft furs.

”And now, what should I name you?” He pondered.

Then suddenly, an image of a certain redhead came into his mind and Marcel smirked, ”That is it, I hereby name you, Redhead,”