753 Business With Angelica
“What are we going to do about my position then?”
“What position?” Marcel didn’t understand what she was talking about.
Adele sighed, the both of them didn’t fully understand what was at stake here. She didn’t bla them though, they were n, what were they supposed to know about pregnancy? She didn’t know about her own child, no, children until today. It was going to take Adele ti as well to adjust to the reality of having quadruplets. While pregnancy was a gift to many, this one seed like a curse to her.
She explained to them, “I can not do hard labor with this pregnancy, aning I can’t be your underboss. Not to ntion that it’s only a matter till my baby bumps beco apparent and people begin to suspect .”
“Damn it!” Marcel cursed, running his hand through his hair and disheveling it. “I didn’t think about that part,” He said, frustrated.
“Unfortunately, if the greedy relatives I know, find out about your pregnancy, they might, no, would surely request for your dismissal using your incapability to deliver your duties at the mont and that would leave the position open to… anyone,” Victor pointed out the fact that his family would fight over the spot.
“We can’t allow that,” Victor breathed deeply, staring at Marcel who kept pacing up and down the room, deep in his thoughts. He hoped his cousin ca up with one of his marvelous ideas because they needed it right now even though he was the consigliere and was supposed to find the solution.
He continued to say, “We don’t have anyone else from our side to fill in that position. Not to ntion my sisters aren’t active either nor have they worked enough for the organization to be deed eligible for the spot. Of all tis Elijah had to get you pregnant.” Victor sighed deeply,
Marcel suddenly stopped pacing and looked up at Adele, drawing his cousin’s attention as well. He asked her, “When would your belly start showing?”
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“Two weeks at the minimum and three weeks at the latest. Body type varies, it’s a contributing factor.” Adele answered.
“Good….Good…..” Marcel breathed, going over the idea in his head. He said to her,
“You are going to return to work and pretend like nothing happened to not draw attention to your situation. And in the anti, I’ll look for an excuse before the week runs out to send you abroad throughout your pregnancy so no one suspects a thing.” He ca up with the best idea.
However, Adele’s face fell the mont she heard she would have to stay abroad. Even though Marcel claims that Elijah should never know about the pregnancy, she had hoped that he would find out sohow – before it’s too late – and co to fight for his child. She knew it was a stupid thought, but it was rely a wish.
But then if she goes abroad, Elijah would never know about the babies. Not to ntion that she would be all alone. No matter how strong Adele was, she didn’t want to be alone. She was scared of this pregnancy and didn’t want to be away from her loved ones.
Unlike Marcel who was thinking of a workable solution to their problems and didn’t notice her mood, Victor was the one to find out Adele was not happy with the decision. He was an upcoming father for just one kid and still, he couldn’t be far from Mimi, so he could already imagine what it was like for Adele. She can’t do this alone.
“Do you think that’s the best solution?” Victor asked instead of her. He knew Adele was in no position to tell Marcel to reconsider the idea, and neither would she. She was rely a subordinate who would carry on with whatever decision Marcel ca up with. So he decided to say it in her stead.
“What?” Marcel said.
“You heard her, her pregnancy is a risk itself. You think it’s wise to keep her in the states all by herself?” Victor asked him, his gaze connecting with Adele. She gave him a grateful look but he didn’t respond and shifted his gaze to Marcel else he figured out what happened.
Marcel looked at Victor for a while and then asked Adele,
“Is your mother trustable?”
“I-I think so,” She stamred.
“Then she would go with you, alongside other people I would arrange to help you with the babies over there,” Marcel said, walking over to the bed and sitting down on it. He then reached out and placed both hands on her shoulders saying with assurance,
“You have nothing to worry about, Adele. You are safe. I would make sure of that ”
Adele swallowed nervously, yet she gave a half-hearted smile. She was grateful for Marcel’s help, but at the sa ti, she wasn’t sure if this was the best decision. Nonetheless, she had no choice but to go along with him.
“Thank you,” She told him sincerely.
“It’s nothing,” Marcel answered her.
anwhile…
“What’s my son up to lately?” Daniel asked, seated with his legs crossed while his hands were intertwined and he propped his jaw on it. He was probably the only father who kept tabs on his son, but it was awfully quiet lately and he didn’t like it. Not to ntion that Marcel won in the last round and he should be looking for ways to counter it.
Haz his assistant stood before him and began to fill him in, saying, “His movents are always a secret, sir. I think Marcel knows you have your eyes on him.”
“Of course, he knows that. Why wouldn’t he know that? If he doesn’t know that, it makes him a useless son and an unworthy opponent and I have no use for him,” He looked up at his second in command with a glint in his eyes, saying, “Are you telling you have nothing for ?”
“O-of course not, boss,” Haz nearly hiccupped on his answer. He quickly said, “Just this afternoon, he and Victor quickly left for sowhere.”
Daniel’s interest was piqued. He asked, “And where exactly is that?”
“To Adele’s biological mother’s ho.”
“Angelica…” Daniel humd, “What business does Marcel have with her?”
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