Naughty Girl Owns Hot Daddy
Chapter 42
"Come in" said Fattan, opening her car door for Marissa.
Marissa got into the car and sat in the front seat. After Marissa came in, Fattan rushed after Marissa and sat down next to her.
"You ready?"
"Yes!" marissa steady sahut.
Fattan smiled then immediately turned on the engine of his car then drove to the highway.
"Can I borrow your phone, Mr. Fattan? I want to call my best friend" asked Marissa.
"Of course" said Fattan.
Fattan grabbed the flat object from the pocket of the shirt she was wearing, then handed it to Marissa.
"Thank you." Marissa greeted the object from Fattan's hand and then began to press the number button on the phone screen.
"Hopefully this is the number" Marissa muttered as she placed the phone beside her ear.
"Yes, Hello? Who is this and what is it?!"
"Erika, it's me, Icha."
"Thank!!! You changed the number, huh?" erika from across the phone.
"No, Erika. This is my Lecturer, Mr. Fattan's number I told you about,"
"That handsome lecturer?! Well, know me donk, Cha!" exclaim Erika.
"Erika, I'm not done talking. Try to catch me first. Look, I'm in trouble again. It turned out that Mr. Marcello had been ..." Marissa bit her trembling lower lip.
"Cha, why Mr Marcello?" asked Erika curiously.
"Erika, he's not my real father, so is Mrs Melinda ...." Marissa held back her sobs. However, that sigh could still be heard. Her lips shook again and her chest felt tight.
"What do you mean, Cha?" asked Erika in panic. Especially after hearing Marissa's voice from across the phone.
Marissa took a deep breath and then spoke again. "Yes, Erika, it turns out that I'm only the adopted daughter of Mr. Marcello and Mrs Melinda. I was really embarrassed, I even chose to run away from that guy and now I don't know where to go" Marissa said.
"Oh, God!" screeched Erika while rounding her eyes perfectly.
"Ehm, Erika .. My phone was left in one of Mr. Marcello's cars and I didn't get it. Later if Mr. Marcello calls you, please don't tell me where.
"Yes, yes, Cha! Alright. But, ... Where are you really going?"
"Come on, I'll tell you later. It was a long time ago, yeah. Hye!"
After she finished talking to her best friend, Marissa immediately handed the phone back to Fattan.
"Thank you, sir" said Marissa.
"Sama-sama," said Fattan as she welcomed the phone.
Meanwhile, at Marcello's.
Marcello sat on the couch playing with his phone. It turned out that the man was exploring Marisa's sosmed account and he found a lot of photos of Marissa in various styles. There was a smile on his lips when he looked at the photo of Marissa while on the beach first. Where he and the girl met for the first time.
Suddenly one of the servants knocked on the door of his room.
Tok ... tok ... tok ...!!!
"Yes, come in."
The door opened and a female servant came in and lowered her head.
"Sir, lunch is ready" he said
"All right," said Marcello
"I'm a filler, sir."
The waiter came out of the room and went back to the kitchen.
After the servant left, Marcello got up from his seat and stepped out of the room, putting his cell phone back into the pocket of the pants he was wearing.
Upon arrival in the dining room, he immediately sat in his favorite chair. Not long after, Sarrah arrived in the room. The woman approached Marcello and kissed him on the cheek.
"How's your finger, is it better?" ask Marcello.
"Yes, it has begun to reduce the swelling" said Sarrah.
"Good."
"Honey," whined Sarrah while waiting for the waiter to put his lunch on the plate.
"Ehmmm ...," the man murmured.
"Buy me a new ring, yeah! Which is better than yesterday," Sarrah continued while putting on an adorable face.
"Yes" said Marcello, short and clear.
A servant arrived in the room with a pale face and looked terrified. He approached the dining table with his head down.
"Gentlemen," he stammered.
Marcello immediately turned to the servant and looked at him fixedly. "What's up, Waiter?!" ask Marcello.
"That's it, Miss Marissa .." answered the waiter stammered in fear that Marcello was angry with him.
"icha? Why Icha?!" ask Marcello.
Just now the man grabbed a spoon and fork, to taste his lunch. However, when the waiter mentioned Marissa's name with a panicked face, Marcello put the spoon and fork back on the table. The hunger that had plagued his stomach since then seemed to be gone.
"I-it, Mr ... Miss Marissa is not in her room. I also searched the entire room, but Miss Marissa was not there" said the waiter stammered.
"What?!" cry Marcello.
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