Flash Marriage: Shrewd Wife, Devious Husband
Chapter 121: Self-preservation

Chapter 121: Self-preservation

Marcella was stunned by the broad chest in front of her. She squinted her eyes as she couldn’t bear to see the bright colors in the shirt. Denim? He was dressed like the college kids dress these days. Tasteless!

She looked up to see a man in his thirties. He had a certain familiarity to him, that is, he resembled someone and she couldn’t put her finger on it.

She didn’t care much for personal appearances, but this man looked average and the way he carried himself, disillusioned from his age, rang the alarm bells in Marcella’s head.

Also, he could be the reason the security was left in tears.

A loud wolf whistle startled Marcella out of her thoughts.

"Aren’t you a stunner?" The man wrapped his arm around her waist and tried to pull her closer to him.

"F*ck!"

Marcella didn’t know where she got the strength from but she gave a hard punch to his chest making him back off.

The man smirked rubbing his chest. On his face danced a dangerous aura. "Aren’t you a feisty one... Yummy, you’re married too?" he muttered.

Clenching his jaws he took a step forward pulling up his sleeve.

"No, Drew!" Louis tried to hold back that man.

Marcella didn’t wait for someone to rescue her. She had already grabbed the wooden mask ornament hanging by the door and without thinking twice, hit that man on the head using as much force she could gather.

That tribal mask shattered to pieces and she saw a line of blood streaming down through that ugly man’s face.

Honesty, did he think that she would let another man touch her?

That man staggered back and leaned on the wall. He must have been shocked by that attack and was composing himself.

"My resignation letter, Louis," she placed the letter on the table.

Louis was not quick to help that man but he walked to her. "I expected this," he picked up the letter.

"What’s his name?" she asked.

She couldn’t get mad at Louis for that man’s behavior. Louis must have no choice if he was entertaining that kind of monster.

"Andrew Mellon," Louis said.

Marcella raised her brows. "From The Mellon family?" she asked.

The Mellon family is one of the biggest oil tycoon families from the South. Lately, they’ve been involved in a lot of other businesses and they are easily the top ten richest family in the country.

Money gives power.

Louis nodded with a sigh and looked at that man grunting in pain.

Marcella’s heart skipped a beat. Maybe she touched the wrong guy? But she stood by what she did. Not everyone can touch her as if they own her. Only Tony had that right.

"Are you okay, Mr. Mellon?" she walked to him.

That guy glared at her while holding his head. Blood was oozing from between his fingers.

"It’s okay... Scalp wounds always bleed a lot but a stitch or two will make it all better. You should have kept your hands to yourself, Mr. Mellon. It’s indecent to grab any woman without her consent. Ah... that’s a lot of blood. You must feel dizzy. I’ll ask someone to call for a taxi. You can send your medical bills to me. By the way, I am Marcella Crawford," she smiled.

Louis sighed seeing Marcella provoking that guy further. Hitting him would have bruised his fragile ego so badly and now she was talking to him as if he was a child and offered him money. He’s not going to take that lightly.

But he understood that she was doing that to turn that guy’s anger at her and not at him. She is trying to protect him from getting attacked by that guy and his influential family.

It didn’t matter. He would be held equally responsible for that "attack" on him since that attack happened in his office room.

"Marcella, you can leave. Come back later and talk to Jen about your severance pay details," Louis said.

He was not scared of the Mellon family. Well, only a little bit but he can ask his father for help. They can have dinner together and apologize for stroking the ego of that pervert and everything will be fine.

Marcella nodded at Louis and walked away. It appeared that Louis was willing to handle this situation although she didn’t want to involve him in this. But whatever.

Friends are there to help, right?

She went to her station and after chatting with Gloria for some time, she walked out. It was not like she was saving the world. She didn’t have to work until the end of the day.

She decided to visit Tony. Her mood was so ruined that she almost forgot what happened in the morning. All she wanted at that time was to have a good look at her handsome husband’s face and lean into his embrace to feel better.

After buying donuts this time, she went to Tony’s office. She was swarmed by everyone and they were all pleased to meet her (the donuts) and welcomed her with wide arms.

"He’s locked himself in from the morning. He wants to go home early tonight," Stella whispered in her ear with her usual gossipy tone.

Marcella walked to his room and knocked on the door.

"What?" Tony shouted from inside. "Stella, I told you not to disturb me!"

"But there are donuts!"

Without letting Marcella speak, Stella spoke in a teasing tone.

"I do not want anything," Tony said and this time his tone was a little harsh.

"Oh, he’s mad," Stella pursed her lips. "Go on...Go on in..."

Stella opened the door and pushed her in.

"I told you, Stella!" Tony’s voice got meaner and he looked at the door. "Birdie?"

As if a gust of wind blew off the darkness in his face and his face lit up like a Christmas tree.

"Birdie!"

He threw the folder down and rushed to her. Marcella hugged him. "Tony..." she pouted. "I did something..."

Tony patted her back. He was still high from her love confession in the morning. But he could sense the sadness and guilt in her tone.

"What happened?" he kissed her head. "Did it not go well? Did Louis say anything?"

His voice was so calm and she couldn’t sense any malice from him but Marcella knew Tony was not calm. His heart was beating rampantly.

"Do you know Andrew Mellon?" she asked.

Tony held her shoulders and looked into her eyes. Seeing her sad face, he furrowed his brows. "You saw him? Did he try anything with you?" he asked.

Marcella sighed.

So, he knows about that guy!