The Struggle of Mr. Love. Arrogants
CHAPTER 49# towards marriage#3
Long story short Marcus also tried some suits given by boutique staff to him.
"Indeed how many suit stels was ordered by my nephew's wife."siru Marcus was upset, this was the third suit but the boutique staff kept saying that there was less than Marcus' appearance.
"If it's like this, it's better Kenzo tries all his suits and I lead the meeting." really Marcus. Alesya and Kenzo have been wasting Marcus' precious time.
It was supposed to be the day Marcus went to Arya's place to see the progress of the case they were investigating together. Marcus realizes Arya's like she has feelings for Agnes. The proof after Agnes died Arya even investigated the cause of Agnes' death that seemed very sudden.
Marcus looks very careless with the activities of changing clothes.
"Send all the suits in your boutique to Kenzo Dayson's residence. Let him try it himself. If he won't pay then I'm sure I'll pay him." Marcus said as he opened the suit he was wearing
"Master!! don't rush! it won't be long." Persuade the staff.
"Not long you say?" I've tried almost every suit you've brought. I still have a lot of business. Just follow my orders. Send me all the clothes you've prepared. If I have to, I'll pay you back now." Marcus exclaimed and threw the suit he had managed to open onto the sofa.
"Mr . I beg you for this one suit only. This is the last one. After this you can go. I promise you." Hold the staff fast. However, he must be able to hold Marcus in the room for a while like the designer's instructions.
With a face full of compulsion Marcus took the suit given by the staff.
"If you make me try another suit, you'll buy it and I'll send it to Kenzo's house" exclaimed Marcus in emotion.
The staff only grinned the horse at Marcus's words. In the mind of the staff, horang kayah mah is indeed free. I'd like to buy all the suits and pay cash. Now buy himself. He is a kind of item that can be bought huft!!.
After the suit was attached to Marcus' body, the staff muttered. "It suits you" said the staff while tidying up the suit.
"really?" marcus did not believe it.
"Really sir!" The staff replied and asked Marcus to look at the large mirror in front of him.
"Thank God it's finally all this shitty stuff is over" said Gratitude Marcus, because he can immediately run away from the boutique sari. He didn't even look at the reflection in the mirror. All Marcus had in mind was to leave this boutique immediately.
Marcus also came out of the clothing fitting room he used earlier.
"Sir.if you don't try this suit then we can't take off this suit " cried one of the staffers to Frans.
"How can I try it if my hands are like this." Frans replied, just as Marcus walked out of the room.
The designer looked at Marcus.
"Sir.sorry." Said the designer. "can you help me for a moment? I'm really in a hurry. But that groom-to-be couldn't try his Tuxedo. So I'm having trouble. If I notice, your bodies are not much different. You're just a little taller than him." Tukas the designer. "I beg you sir." he continued asking for Marcus's willingness..
"Pity of her partner who is wearing her wedding dress in there" said the designer.
Marcus paid no heed to the designer standing next to him. His steps now focused on Frans who sat casually without guilt had acted as he pleased. Frans says he loves Dyana, but only tries the tuxedo, but Frans doesn't want to because of a minor injury to his hand.
"What do you mean, Frans!!" snapped Marcus while pulling Frans' shirt collar. "Quickly go with the designer inside and try whatever he gives!!" marcus, very angry.
Frans looked at Marcus arrogantly as if to say, This is none of your business! get out of here .
"Don't you see my hand was injured? How could I try on that wedding dress!! You are crazy!! I can try it the day before my wedding!" Tukas Frans, with his bow.
"What are you saying!!! You will try the day before your wedding!!!! Hey, Mr. Aksena, listen to me!! I don't care if you'll try when. In fact I'd be so glad you didn't want to try at all your bride's tuxedo! But, Dyana's in there trying on her dress with great difficulty. You know for yourself that Dyana's leg hasn't recovered properly. He still has trouble standing. His hands. Not fully able to let go of it. And now Dyana is willing to try on that dress but you!!! You just injured this little bit, instead saying you're not willing??!! I'll break one more hand so you don't try that tuxedo, to marry Dyana you won't be able to do it." Threaten Marcus to Frans and strengthen his grip on Frans' collar.
"Master!! The master!! Please don't make a scene in my boutique." Prevent the designer on Marcus and Frans.
"If Mr. Frans can't try that tuxedo, you'll try it. As I asked." urged the designer.
Marcus remained silent. How could he try Frans' Tuxedo.
"Mr Frans!! just let this master try your tuxedo. Poor Miss Dyana is almost ready to wear her bridal outfit. I can't see if your clothes and Miss Dyana's match if both brides are standing before my eyes." Kill the designer.
With a forced and arrogant face, Frans said."Huft.if there is no other choice... How else to." Frans looked at Marcus with a dislike look.
"You!!!" Marcus Excited.
",Sir!! It's already!! Mr Frans has agreed! Come with me inside." the designer pulled Marcus's other hand.
Because of his pity on Dyana who had taken the trouble to try the wedding dress and was upset because of Frans' truly childish attitude, eventually Marcus forced it with the designer into the dressing room.
"I'll make a calculation with you later, Mr. Aksena!" Threaten Marcus who is still emotional. And into the room with the designer.
Frans's face changed immediately when Marcus entered the dressing room right next to Dyana's room.
He looked at the door alternately while breathing and slowly staring at it. "MAY YOU ALWAYS BE HAPPY" he smiled and left the room.
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