Novel & Cerita Marcust Pick Up Line

He turned away abruptly, walking back toward his car. The door opened with a sharp motion, and he reached inside, grabbing his phone. His fingers moved quickly across the screen, dialing a number he did not need to think about. The line rang once. “Mr. Taylor.” The voice on the other end was calm and measured. Matthew’s jaw tightened. “Come outside.” There was a short pause. “Good morning to you too,” Mr. Martins replied, his tone carrying a faint trace of amusement. Matthew did not react to it.

His big hands were trembling as he leaned into the cabin. "Sweep it again!" Marcus yelled. Another message came through my bag. A loud ping. I reached for the phone on the floor. Marcus grabbed my wrist. His grip was like a trap. "I'll read it," Marcus said. He picked up the phone. His face went gray. He turned the screen toward me. MARCUS LIKES THE VINTAGE 1945 WHISKEY. SCARLETT LIKES THE TRUTH. TOO BAD THE BOTTLE IS POISONED. CHECK THE CORK, BIG MAN.

SATURDAY... (MARCUS REYNOLDS) Marcus sat in his penthouse apartment, lights off, curtains wide, cigarette burning slow between two fingers he didn’t realize were trembling. On the coffee table in front of him sat three phones... two dead burners and one sleek black one with a single number dialed. He stared at it. His jaw twitched. He pressed call. It rang twice before her voice came through. “...Hello?” That voice. He closed his eyes and grinned.

“Hello?” I said when I answered the phone. “Sir.” I heard the nervous voice of Nina, my assistant “Mr. Kristopolis is right in front of me asking for you.” “Nina.” sighed when I walked into my apartment “Do what I asked you to do, cancel all my appointments for the rest of the week and...” I heard a Give me that fucking phone! And then several fighting sounds. “Mark!” Kristos barked in my ear “Where the fuck are you?”

He found Charlotte's number and dialed it, only to hear customer service saying, "Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable" Only then did Marcus know that Charlotte had blocked his phone number. He looked down at his phone for a long while before unwillingly driving away. At this time, the Gallagher's home was quiet, but the atmosphere was intense. Marcus's sister Lauren Gallagher settled herself on the sofa looking at her phone. She didn't even dare to say a word. As soon as Marcus walked in, a cup was thrown at his feet. Marcus pursed his lips as he glanced at Marisa and his father Raymond Gallagher. "Mom, Dad."

On the third ring of his business mobile phone, Marcello finally picked up. He had a nostalgic feeling rooted from the time he had to be constant wait for Serena's calls whilst still a fugitive in Cameroon. He brought the device to his ear, scratching the side of his face with his index, a sign that he was nervous. "This better be a 'good news, I have found your son call' because if not, I do not see why you're calling me now?" "Where is the girl?" Serena's voice could be heard from the other line,

Mara promptly returned to her room and grabbed her phone. Then she dialed his number. First ring, second ring, third ring, but just when she thought it would go unanswered, he suddenly picked it up. "Good morning, Mara," his baritone filled her ears and she realized just how long it had been since the last time she spoke to him. "Good morning, Mr. Mike. How do you do?", Mara asked hesitatingly. "I'm fine, Mara. Any problems?"

ring! Angela’s phone rang as she was about to take another bite of some beef stew. She took a glance at her phone and saw a familiar name. “Marcus!” She drank some water and picked the call. “Hello Marcus!” She said. “It’s been a long time Angela, actually thought I lost your contact, then I found it, but you didn’t check on me. I was the only one searching for your contact” Marcus’s voice came through. “Hehe!” Angela laughed dryly. “After college, everyone was acting all grown up and whatever, I thought you’d be the same!” She added, her eyes met Trenton’s gaze, but he was calm.

Kelvin pov “I got inside,” Marcus said. No greeting, no warning that it was even him on the line, just his voice arriving flat and fast the second I picked up. Eleven at night. He had never once called me this late. “Not the building itself. Close enough to see what it is.” “Tell me.”

He exclaimed loudly as he pulled by the road. Henry hesitated for just a moment before answering, trying to prepare his mind for whatever twisted words would come through the line. "Henry," Marcus’s voice came through the phone, dripping with malice. "I see you’re on the move. You’ve been busy, haven’t you? Gathering information and even making an attempt to face me, it’s a good thing to be a courageous and protective husband but if you know what’s good for you, you’ll stop right now and turn around."