Naughty Girl Owns Hot Daddy
Chapter 33

"Take me off! I can walk by myself!" hardik Fattan while releasing his body from the clutches of the Bodyguards of Mr. Marcello.

"Good, now you're out and don't ever show your face again!" joe sahut

"Curtain!" Fattan was upset while tidying up his messy shirt as a result of being dragged by the Bodyguards very rudely.

Fattan stepped into the parking lot and upon arrival, he immediately drove his car away from Marcello's magnificent mansion.

"The more they look after you, Marissa! The more determined I want to have you," murmured Fattan with an annoyed face.

Meanwhile, the,

"Daddy, where'd Icha go?!" marissa groaned as she tried to remove Marcello's grip from her arm.

The man was still upset, he did not even want to answer the question posed by the girl. Marcello continued to lead Marissa until they reached her room.

"Lake in!" tell Marcello to let go of his hand.

"Yes, yes, alright!" annoyed Marissa while stroking her arm that hurts from her Daddy's grip .

After Marissa entered the room, Marcello entered. Marissa came to her bed and sat there.

"Who told you to sit down? Come here, come with Daddy!" decreed again.

Marissa bent her face. But he followed the man's orders. "Well, where now?!" ask Marissa. He got up from his seat and approached Marcello.

"To the bathroom!" sahut Marcello continued his steps towards the bathroom.

"Eh, Daddy, why take Icha to the bathroom? Don't tell Daddy to take a shower with Icha, yeah!" chirping Marissa.

"Wasah boy! Who can you shower with?! Did Daddy say that?! Geer," Marcello's upset.

Marissa finally relented and followed Marcello to the bathroom. The man stopped right in front of the sink.

"Clean your mouth!" tell Marcello with a serious face looking at Marissa.

"What?!" screeched The girl.

"I said, clean up, yeah, clean up! Didn't that lip touch that shitty Lecturer's lips?! Instead, clean it until it is completely clean!" marcello said with a lazy face looking at Marissa.

"But, we don't ...."

"Do it!" Marcello.

Marissa let out a rough breath while bending her face. He grabbed a mouth cleaner and then gargled with it.

Several times Marissa glanced at Marcello and it turned out that the man was still looking at her.

"Have you?!" marissa asked after she had finished her mouth.

"One more time!" tell the man.

"But,"

"One more time!" emphatically.

"Good, good boy!" the man said as he grabbed Marissa's arm and led the girl back to her room. 

"Now go to sleep and reflect on all your mistakes" said the man.

"What!!!" peekot Marissa.

Marissa ran after Marcello who was almost on the doorstep of her room.

"Dad, Icha didn't do anything wrong, why did Daddy punish Icha instead?!" marissa asked half-collared.

Marcello smiled wryly, "I'll make a calculation to that annoying Lecturer, Cha! Just look at it later" said Marcello.

"Remember, Dad! If Daddy dares to touch Fattan just a little bit, then I'll get out of this house!" marissa Ancam.

Marcello did not care, he resumed his steps.

"I'm serious, Dad!" sternly Marissa with a serious face stared at Marcello's back.

The man breathed heavily. However, he did not stop his steps. Marcello grabbed the doorknob of the room then closed it quickly.

"Dad, Daddy!" marissa shouted while banging on her bedroom door.

"Servant, stay awake here. Who knew my little girl needed something" Marcello told one of her servants.

"Good, Master!" the Servant said.

Marcello immediately left Marissa's room and headed for her private room. Upon arrival, Marcello immediately dropped his body on the sofa in the room while staring at the ceiling.

"What about the party, sir? The party is still going on right now" asked Joe who had just arrived in the room.

"Let them go, I don't want to go back to the party. My mood is completely destroyed" said Marcello without looking at Joe.

"Miss Sarrah?"

Marcello nibbled at his temple, even forgetting about the woman. The woman who is now officially his fiancee.

"Let's go, there's plenty of friends. I'm sure he won't feel lonely" he said.

Joe nodded his head and said hello to Marcello, who was still in the room. After saying goodbye, Joe rushed to the room, where the party was still going on. He and the Bodyguards monitored the course of the party while keeping watch.

Meanwhile, the,

It turned out to be true, Sarrah was still there talking with her social friends. While chatting, Sarrah continued to scratch her itchy ring finger.

"Why are you, Sarrah?! I saw you scratching?!" ask one of his friends.

"Come on, my ring finger feels so itchy!" sahut Sarrah's.

"Well, what a pity. Expensive rings even make itchy!" teasing one of his best friends while chuckling.

"I'm serious, this! Wonder, why I feel itchy, huh? Though the price makes the head bobble, loh! You will definitely not be able to buy it." exclaimed Sarrah.

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