Naughty Girl Owns Hot Daddy
Chapter 210
"Yes, I will definitely accept it" Shakila replied.
Marvel smiled with satisfaction at the girl's reply. "Shakila, actually I-I"
"Shakila, what are you doing here? Isn't it late at night. Aren't you going to college tomorrow morning until you're staying up until this hour?"
Joe suddenly came out of his house and approached Shakila. Shakila looked terrified, she lowered her head and bowed respectfully to Marvel.
"I'll excuse you, Young Master."
Shakila soon departs and leaves Marvel on the porch of her home with her Daddy.
"I'm sorry Shakila, Young Master. Maybe he has disturbed your comfort" said Joe.
"Om, actually Shakila never bothered me. She's a good girl and I like her" Marvel said.
After saying that, Marvel immediately left and re-entered his mansion.
Joe exhaled heavily while watching Marvel continue walking away from him. He had expected this before. This is what Joe is worried about. The twins love the same girl and Joe is afraid of a dispute between them.
"Do I have to keep Shakila away from them?" muttered Joe while stroking his nape.
Unbeknownst to Marvel, it turns out that Melvin saw the togetherness of his twin brother and Shakila at that time behind the window of his room. Suddenly, jealousy and suspicion in Melvin's heart.
"Is it possible that Marvel also likes Shakila? But, all this time Marvel never showed any feelings to the girl. He seems ordinary. Or maybe Marvel is deliberately hiding her true feelings?"
Melvin looks agitated. He was pacing around in his room while thinking about Marvel's true feelings.
. . .
Next day.
After finishing breakfast, the next generation of Marcello was preparing to leave for their respective destinations. If Marvel and Melvin leave for the office, the bontot Maria prepares to ride with her beloved Hello Kitty-patterned matic motorbike to school.
"Bye, Dad. Maria left first, yeah."
Maria approached Marcello who was standing in front of the mansion with Marissa to deliver the departure of her children. The beautiful girl hugged Marcello's old body and then kissed both of her cheeks.
"You haven't forgotten your pen and book yet, have you, Daddy Girl?" marcello asked as he slowly ruffled the top of his daughter's head.
"Take it, Dad. Look it!"
"Good then, at least Daddy's blood pressure won't go up for today" Marcello said.
"Ah, Daddy."
After saying goodbye to Marcello, Maria also said goodbye to the Mommy who had just smiled at him.
"Mary leaves first, Mom."
"Yes! Be careful on the road, honey."
After turning on her favorite motorbike engine, Maria immediately drove along with the object to break up the city crowd.
However, just half way to school, suddenly the rear tire of his favorite motorcycle leaked. Maria was in a panic at the time, but only briefly. Luckily, he had clutched the brake of his motor matic quickly.
"Ah, dammit! Hey Kitty, why are you breaking down here? Why not just in front of the school?" grumbling Maria while patting the motorcycle seat which is also patterned phenomenal Japanese cat.
Maria looked around and as far as Maria was concerned in the area there was no motor workshop. Let alone the motor workshop, the house of the population is still not crowded in that place.
"Did I just call Daddy, huh? Or Om Joe, or one of the Bodyguards?" muttered.
Maria grabbed her phone from inside her skirt pocket and then started opening the contact list. Maria chuckles softly as she sees Om Udin's name tucked between the many contacts on the phone.
"Gosh, I almost forgot about Om Udin. Should I just call Om Udin's cell phone number, huh? Yes, count for the pieces of compensation," he murmured again.
Maria tried to dial the number. The phone rang for quite a while, but it was left unchecked and that upset Maria.
"Kan, what I said! That man has no intention of being responsible to me" he said.
However, in the last seconds, someone received Mary's call.
"Hallo. Good mornin. Sorry, if I may know, who am I talking to?" ask someone from across the phone.
Maria listened intently to the voice of the man she was talking to across the phone. His voice sounded like an old man's voice. Yeah, almost Daddy Marcello's age. Maria grew suspicious, for some reason she felt that the man who claimed to be Om Udin had deceived her.
"It's me, Om. Mary" said Maria.
"Marya? Maria who, huh???"
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