Chapter 44: Heaven’s Mandate
As she was wondering what to do next, she felt Tony’s warm hands holding her hand. She looked at Tony. Tony nodded at her with a smile and walked away.
She watched him talk to the photographer and other photographers. She couldn’t see Tony’s face, but they looked scared. Within a moment, Henry, Randy, and some other guys joined him. The photographers were not pleased to hand over their cameras and film roles, but they were stripped of everything except their clothes and sent away.
Marcella heard Paul grumbling with displeasure for inconveniencing the guests. She didn’t mind him.
The provocative photographer tried to run away without handing over his camera. Tony maneuvered in the crowd. She saw his eyes that were so focused and his pace was steady. His focus reminded her of a documentary she saw about eagles.
Just like the eagle in the documentary caught the fish in the river, the photographer was caught. Some men came out and dragged that man out of the place.
Butting up his suit, Tony walked back in apologizing to the attendees. The wide smile, the whisk in his gait, the slight flickers of his fingers as he waved... He was suave and stylish. Manly and charismatic!
Marcella was surprised to see this side of Tony. It was as if...
She had a feeling that he was not going to stay as the Chief of staff of a congressman. He had higher ambitions. She didn’t think his ambitions were wrong. It was how he tried to achieve it.
Well, she was still butthurt that he tried to use her. But thinking of how he sacrificed her sister for his ambitions, her heart filled with bitterness.
"Who is this dapper guy?" Mr. Fletcher asked smiling at Tony.
"My husband," Marcella said bringing out a polite smile to her face. "Antony Crawford."
"You’re married?" Mr. Fletcher was surprised. "Crawford, you said?"