"Really?" Marcel asked, trying to figure Daniel out. The reason why he was so good at what he did was that Daniel simply didn't care, he went ahead with whatever he wanted. But right now, he was lying. What was his father protecting? Or rather, who?
"Yes," Daniel answered with an innocent look.
"Really?" Marcel asked again and this time, his father's brow arched at him questioning. He knew deep down that his son had caught onto something.
"Why does this sound like an interrogation?" He joked.
"Because it is," Marcel told him, pulling the chair beside him and sitting down with his legs crossed and stared at his father hard as if the truth was written on his forehead.
Marcel scoffed, "I guess your great enemy chased you down to Arianna's place, right?" He held his gaze without looking away.
Daniel stared back at his son before sighing, "Just how many spies did you plant amongst my men?"
