Chapter 37 - That Petty Thief (2/2)

Oh no.

Arianna hastened her steps immediately, this was no time to play beauty queen. Her life was on the line here and thankfully, the handsome stranger has not made a move yet. If anything, he was watching her with amusement.

Marcel was fascinated, the girl he came to capture was coming to him on her own? The innocent prey offering herself willingly to the predator? This could only be a miracle.

He kept on watching her until she stopped right in front of him. Marcel tilted his head challengingly, expecting her to be the first to speak up. However, to his greatest surprise, Arianna pulled him to her body and hugged him.

Marcel almost reacted by instinct, ready to defend himself when she raised her hand thinking she was about to attack him. However, he didn't know what attack was more lethal at the moment, the physical or emotional attack because when Arianna hugged him, he just stiffened up.

What the fuck was this redhead doing? Does she know that people who dared to touch his body without permission ended up dead? You do know she could be nothing but an assassin sent to lower your guards and then end you, his mind told him. Yet Marcel didn't say a word and was motionless until he heard her melodious voice whisper into his ears,

”You didn't choke on your coffee?”

Laughter almost escaped his lips, she still remembered that? But before he could make a comeback for his comment, Arianna vanished into the crowd. Marcel turned around and all he could see were bodies of dancing people with no trace of the girl.

”She's close, check out every entrance,” Marcel muttered into his intercom to his men when Kenith arrived and he intentionally blocked his path.

Kenith looked down at the man blocking his way and recognized him as the man who Arianna hugged. He looked really familiar but he couldn't tell where exactly he had seen him. But Arianna was a more important task than his identity, so he pushed past him only for the man to resist his movement.

”What the fuck are you doing?!” Kenith glared down at him.

However, Marcel was far lost in thought because when Kenith pushed into him, he felt a certain pocket in his trouser was empty. He at once dipped his hand into his pocket and came up with nothing.

Oh no.

Rage filled Marcel and he was close to grabbing Kenith and demanding he give back his wallet when common sense told him he was not the one with the wallet. He was sure of his wallet being with him until a certain redhead hugged him.

That redhead.

At once Marcel's brows furrowed and his jaw ticked.

Wait till he gets his hand on that petty thief.