Chapter 347: He Looks Familiar
Chapter 347: He Looks Familiar
After he turned around, his smile disappeared, a hint of cunning flickered over his eyes.
Except for Eric, no one knew that the invitation cards sent to some of the guests had specially requested them to bring a plus-one.
These more than a dozen couples had ever had grudges with him.
In the business world, even if there is strife, business people give tacit consent to maintain the fake politeness between them and always show a smiling face to each other.
The waiters and waitresses all greeted him with respect wherever Marcos passed by.
The bunny girl bent her knees on one leg, supported herself with the cane, and saluted Marcos.
“Is this called killing people without spilling blood?” Eric bantered.
He was leaning back on the chair, playing with the lighter.
“It’s just a small lesson for them,” answered Marcos.
Nancy frowned, looking at Marcos strangely.
He looks familiar. Have we met somewhere?
Marcos held Crystal’s hand and kissed her gentlemanly on the back of her hand.
“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Bush.”
Crystal gave him a polite smile as a response, suspecting that he must be a sinister and cunning man like Eric.
Birds of a feather.
He’s Eric’s friend, he couldn’t be an ordinary man. And an ordinary man could not gain the power and wealth he owned.
Seeing Nancy staring at Marcos without even blinking her eyes, Paul showed great displeasure.
“Nancy Carter, do you want to lose your eyes?” He scolded Nancy.
“You’ve lost me in the game. Does whom I look at have anything to do with you? Mr. Rat. Do we know each other well?” Nancy taunted him.
You damn woman! Paul cursed in his mind.
Marcos then turned to Nancy with a smile.
He suddenly leaned forward to Nancy and kissed her cheek to everyone’s surprise.
Being startled by his sudden enthusiasm, Nancy did a double-take.
At last, Marcos kissed her on her lips at the end of the greeting.
Cheek-kissing is usually a greeting between family and good friends, and strangers don’t need to do that.
Paul was clear about this.
Nancy was frightened to be stiff all over by Marcos’s passionate offensive and did not know how to respond.
While Paul’s fists were creaking, had it not been for Eric’s sake, he had given Marcos a punch on the face.
“I’m Marcos Garcia,” Marcos only introduced himself to Nancy.
Crystal narrowed her eyes, waiting to see an interesting show.
“Hello, I’m Nancy Carter,” Nancy made a brief introduction stiffly.
“I know,” Marcos smiled.
“You know?” Nancy was confused.
“I know more about you….” his pretty face approached her, “Have you forgotten me?”
Nancy stepped back to enlarge the distance between them.
“Indeed, you look a little bit familiar, but I just can’t remember who you are….”
Normally, she wouldn’t forget such a handsome man even if she only met him once. She didn’t understand why she couldn’t recall the man in front of her.
Marcos raised his eyebrows.
“Really? Think again.”
Nancy knitted her brows, seemed to be trying to recall something, but finally shook her head and gave up.
“Hospital,” Marcos whispered to remind her.
“Hospital?” Nancy stupefied for two seconds and exclaimed, “You’re the one who dropped the key?”
Marcos’s smile turned bigger.
“I can’t blame you. At that time, I had had a car accident and was in the hospital. My head was wrapped in gauze, and my hands were in a cast. When I took out the car key from my pocket on the way to escape from the hospital, it fell into the sewer by the side of the road. Then you helped me hook it up with a branch and even sent me home. But what a pity, you don’t remember me….”
Nancy widened her eyes. That day she had just gone to get medicine for Clark and happened to see a man with gauze and cast wrapped all over staring at the sewer.
Thus, she had walked over to offer to help him pick the key up and send him to his destination.
What a coincidence...
When she was in a daze, recalling the past, Paul pulled her behind him, saying in an aggressive tone, “Come here!”
Marcos leisurely looked straight at Paul and reminded, “Don’t forget, you’ve lost her at the roulette.”
Paul took a fierce glance at Eric.
“How did I know they’ve known each other before,” Eric spread his hands.
“It’s not important whether Nancy and I have known each other or not before, the important thing is that,” Marcos looked at Nancy before going on, “from now on, she’s mine.”
Now that he had taken the bet and signed the agreement, he must obey the rules. A bet is a bet, he had to accept the consequence.
So, he could only force his anger down. “Come here,” Marcos extended a hand to Nancy.
Paul turned to gaze at her with horrible eyes, which seemed to be roaring: just go over, if you want to die!
Nancy took a peek at the abominable Paul, and another peek at the smiling and gentleman-like Marcos, chose the latter without hesitation.
Paul could only watch Nancy walk forward and give her hand to Marcos.
There’s a small stage in the center of the hall.
Music sounded, Marco took Nancy’s hand and went towards it.
“Can you dance? I’m wondering if I have the honor to invite you for a dance?” Asked Marcos in a soft voice.
“Err...” Nancy had completely lost her thought.
She bowed her head, dared not to see Marcos’ eyes, like rejecting but at the same time agreeing.
Looking at Nancy’s coy look, Paul punched hard on the gambling table next to him with force.
The pile of chips on the table fell to the ground.
“Eric Bush, you betray me!”
He glowered at Eric.
Eric shook the wine in the goblet.
“I’m helping you.”
“Helping me?”
“I’ve created countless opportunities for you to confess, but you keep pushing her away yourself. If you love her, how would you take her as a bet?”
Eric looked back in Paul’s eyes and went on, “Since you don’t love her, and she’s the bestie of my wife, of course, I have an obligation to help her get out of the abyss of misery.”
Get out of the abyss of misery?!
