Marcel stiffened as soon as he heard the sound of that gun going off. Call it instinct but he knew at that moment that the shot had something to do with Arianna. His men wouldn't just shoot unless they perceived a threat. And when a threat appears, it wouldn't just be one shot, but numerous enough to eliminate it.
But it was one shot.
Something was up.
"What was that?"
The fact that Clara heard that as well meant that he was not dreaming. No way, it can't be.
Marcel stood abruptly.
"Babe!" Clara was surprised at his reaction. Right now, he looked like a taut yarn of tension. Something didn't seem right with him.
However, Marcel didn't respond to her, instead, he pulled out his phone and called Samuel. His call connected yet rang on with no answer, Marcel balled his hands into a fist. The restlessness in his heart increased as he tried his phone the second time and no one picked up.
