A Promising Youth

Chapter 35 Scum Marcel

As soon as she arrived at the company in the morning, Clara was busy setting up Marcel's office, which

was previously the second shareholder's place, but now it was Marcel’s. It was as luxury as Clara's

office.

Leaning in the doorway, for some reason, I felt my nose sour. I had been working for the company

these days, but I had never been treated so well. I had been in the same office with Clara. I did not Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

even have a desk.

It was hard to stabilize the company. After a few batches of goods were sent out, and the company was

making some money, but then Marcel came and not only took away my “Vice President” position, and

stole my beloved girl.

But what could I say?

I could solve the problem and deal with the enemy with my ability, but I could not change a woman's

love for a man, especially when I saw her and Marcel whispering and smiling, my heart hurt like a pin

prick.

After finishing her work, Clara wiped her sweat, walked up to me, and said coldly.

“Come with me to the workshop. Zach said there are a few batches of auxiliary materials that need to

be added by you personally. I won't let you work for nothing, I will pay you when you leave.”

With that, she tossed her long hair, turned around and headed downstairs.

I really didn't know why she had, all of a sudden, become so cold to me, and what exactly had I done

wrong?!

Taking a deep breath, instead of following her directly downstairs, I walked to Marcel's office, stood

across from him and asked

“Why do you want to stay here? With your abilities, you shouldn't stay in this small company.”

Marcel pushed his glasses, smiled provocatively at me and said.

“Because I love Clara. With such a beautiful girl, shouldn't I stay?”

“Bullshit! You don't love her. You can fool others, but not me!”

Ever since Marcel and Clara met, he'd been arrogant. I would never believe that he was staying

because of love!

“Andrew's right, you're tougher than we think!”

“Since you can see that, I won't hide it. I stay here waiting for you to take General Grey and trade with

us! It's still £6 million, the same price.”

Marcel was a smart man and spoke straightforwardly.

“Go back and tell your foreign masters that I won’t sell it, so tell them to give up!”

Looking at him, I said coldly.

But Marcel grunted coldly and leaned back in his chair, saying,

“Is General Grey important, or is Clara important? You know she likes me. If you trade with me, I will

leave immediately and never see Clara again, if not, then sorry, the girl you like maybe tonight will be in

my bed!”

My brow knitted and I was on fire!

But he is right. Clara wrote him love letters for 7 years and loved him to the core!

If Marcel asked, could Clara possibly refuse?

Clara needed someone to help her, if Marcel became her boyfriend or husband, she would love to have

him!

“If you're going to touch her, you should be responsible for her!”

I said through clenched teeth.

“That's my own business. What can I do if she really pulls me into bed?

Besides, what kind of women have I not played with?

It's just Clara, I don't care about that.”

“Do you believe I'll kill you?!”

I hated people blaspheming Clara in front of me!

“Matteo, you have a choice. Deal with me and I'll leave and never hurt her.”

I sneered.

“Even if you leave, she won't like me, so is it useful to threaten me like that?

Marcel took off his glasses and said as he took a breath and wiped them.

“But you like her and you can't allow anyone to hurt her. That's your weakness.

I'll give you a week, don't make me. If by the time I get her naked pictures to negotiate with you, you'll

not only say yes, but it'll be too late.”

“Damn you! Do you believe me I'll tell Clara your words right now?”

I knew Marcel was proud and arrogant, but I didn't expect him to be so despicable!

“You could go and say that now, but will Clara listen to you?

You may not know that my character was well known in school back then, and I was even named one

of the 'Ten Outstanding Young Men' in the city of R City in the year I studied abroad!

Clara had been enthralled by me to the point of obsession.”

I was so angry that I gritted my teeth. Marcel was a total scum!

I turned around and headed downstairs. The only way was to advise Clara not to associate with him,

because it would not only harm her, but also me!

I would not give the formula to the foreigners, and Clara could not be harmed by scum!

But as soon as I arrived at the workshop, I saw inside a crowd of people gathered around in great

numbers.

In the midst of the crowd stood several schoolchildren dressed in rags.

“Freddy, Mom and Dad really don't have any money. It's all invested in the factory, so talk to the teacher

and wait until next month, okay?”

A female worker said touching the child's face.

“Mom, the singing competition starts next week. Our teacher said that if we don't get the money, we

won't be allowed to participate, and...and we'll be transferred to an inferior class.”

The boy, whose name was Freddy, cried out.

I stood by and listened before I realized that the school was going to join the city's singing competition,

which was a way for students to raise money and hire music teachers from outside to tutor them and

try to win a place in the city.

“All you fucking know is cry! When will you be understanding and sympathetic about your parents?!”

A man stepped forward and raised his hand to hit the boy.

Clara pulled him back and said.

“What are you hitting the kid for? How much does it cost, I will pay ......”

Before she could finish her sentence, I immediately walked over and yanked her arm!

She could not do that. Although the company sold two batches of goods, Clara had a little money in her

hands, it should be used in the next batch of raw materials and workers' wages.

Once Clara paid for it, what about the other workers’ kids?

What should she do if everyone came to the factory and made a scene with their children, demanding

money from her?

Taking a deep breath, I looked at the child and said.

“Freddy, how much did your teachers ask you to collect?”

Freddy said, with his head down and particularly scared.

“Eight...eight hundred!”

“These bastard teachers, crappy schools. Tuition isn't even eight hundred, they're really crazy for

money!”

Freddy's father was about to go to the school to get a statement.

I hastened to persuade him, saying,

“I'll take care of this, You guys stay honestly in the factory. Freddy, take me to your school and I will pay

for you.”

After that, a few kids pulled me along and happily headed towards the school. I'd like to see what kind

of music teacher could get a kid to take out 800 for tutoring!

And what I didn't expect was that it was through this opportunity that I came into contact with the

deputy mayor – Brian Armstrong.