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If only Arianna knew how much she was driving him crazy. Marcel knew how much self-control he had to summon not to fall into her trap, because the moment she touched him, an internal battle set off inside of him.

He had been tempted to do what she wanted, especially when she bit down on those pouty, sexy lips. He felt his member harden and would have promised her the world had it not been the presence of his men. They were the anchor that he held onto for his sanity.

For someone who had given him rigorous training, Marcel wondered what his father would think of him now if he saw in this “pathetic” condition – as he would call it. He was at the mercy of a woman and Daniel surely wouldn’t approve of it.

Daniel would eliminate Arianna if he got the idea that she made his son aka his legacy, weak. So Marcel couldn’t be partial and refused to give her special treatment as she wanted.

Just as he planted spies amongst his father’s men, Daniel would do the same as well. You could think of it as some sort of check and balance system except that the so-called spies are in danger when found.

Back to the issue at hand, why was his little brother so excited? Well, the promise of a lap dance. He was anticipating it. Craving it. Marcel knew undoubtedly that he was winning that match tomorrow. Arianna simply dug her grave by suggesting that.

Arianna was opening up to him and Marcel knew it was only a matter of time before she fell completely for him. He promised her that he would change her mind about him and that was already happening. Except that his body was a bit impatient.

With a groan, Marcel reached down and began to touch himself. His imagination featured Arianna doing dirty things to him aroused him and he took advantage of that to please himself.

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He increased his pace and in no time found his release. Satisfied for the moment, Marcel shut off the shower and ran his hand through his hair, wringing the water out of it before he wrapped himself in a thick towel.

Marcel walked into his room and dressed up in casual clothes before receiving a text message. He then headed down to his office where Victor was already seated and waiting for him, alongside the soldier he sent out on that errand.

“Did you get it?” He asked, settling down behind his desk as the soldier handed a tablet over to him and he received it.

“It wasn’t easy to retrieve this, someone was after it as well. Good thing that I was faster.” The soldier told him.

“Someone,” Marcel thought over the man’s words, rubbing his jaw thoughtfully. It seems the woman wasn’t as simple as he thought.

“You can leave,” He dismissed him and the soldier left immediately.

“So, why am I summoned here? I was busy,” Victor told him, turning around side by side playfully with the help of the swivel seat.

“Shhh,” Marcel gestured to him to keep quiet so he could concentrate on the video. He played the recording right to the moment he left for the restroom and to the moment the woman first saw Arianna, his brows drawn together in intense concentration.

Marcel focused on studying the woman’s reaction and her facial expressions. Sometimes you could tell what one’s thinking from the look on their faces. The camera couldn’t capture her eye color but that wasn’t the problem since he had seen it already.

When Marcel was done, he leaned back into the seat with a deep sigh while Victor, whose curiosity had gotten the best of him, snatched the tablet from him and watched it. But in the end, he couldn’t make sense of the video as to why Marcel was so bothered by it.

“Okay, what am I looking at here?” Victor asked, unable to stand it anymore.

Marcel told him, “I think I just found Arianna’s mother,”

“Okay... what?!” He was surprised by the news, “How? When? Where is she?”

“In the video, dumbass,”

Victor stared at the video and then back at Marcel, “Wait a minute, you think the woman in the video is her mother? How can you be so sure of that?”

Thanks to that question, Marcel spent the next minutes telling his cousin of their encounter and his instinct. And by the time he was done, Victor stared at him as if he had grown two heads,

“So just because the woman has green eyes, you think she’s Arianna’s mother? Marcel, green eyes might be rare but just because two people with the same eye color coincidentally meet at a Cafe doesn’t make them relatives.”

But Marcel disagreed, “You don’t understand, Victor. I saw the emotions play out on her face and those weren’t ordinary. There was first shock as if she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.... then recognition and then yearning.” He tried to remember what he had seen.

“Hmmm,” Victor thought over it as well. Marcel was a sensible human being and wouldn’t talk rubbish if he wasn’t sure of it. He asked, “Why didn’t she talk to her then if that was the case?”

“She left Arianna for twenty-three years. If you were the one in her shoes, would you summon the courage to do so?” Marcel wanted him to think from the woman’s perspective.

“I’m shameless, I can do anything,” Victor proudly announced, “But I guess, for normal people that’s a no,” He reasoned in the end.

“I don’t know but I can’t help but think there’s more to that woman than meets the eye,” Marcel thought, “She gives off a strange vibe.”

“You think it’s connected to the reason why she had to abandon Arianna?” Victor said.

“Maybe?” Marcel stood and said, “Nonetheless, I have what she looks like now, all I have to do now is to find her.”

“What about Arianna, would you tell her about your findings?” Victor asked him and he stiffened.

Marcel breathed, “No.”

“You’re already keeping secrets at this early stage of your relationship?” He teased him.

Marcel defended himself, “I’m not keeping any secret. We are currently running on hypothesis, I just want to be sure of my facts before I told her,”

But even as he said that, Marcel knew inwardly that it wasn’t the entire reason. But one thing was for sure, he wanted Arianna by his side whether her mother wanted it or not.