Chapter 112: You Never Tell me Anything!
The phone in his ear rang for a few seconds before someone picked up. Francis immediately whisper-shouted into the call.
"He's here! Mark Vanitas is in the Red Lotus Hotel!"
The person on the other end of the call was silent for more than thirty seconds and Francis thought that the person already cut the phone. But after waiting for a long while, the person spoke up.
[I gave you this number to call me if your life is in danger. Tell me, is your life in danger?]
Francis swallowed nervously as he heard the rough, threatening voice of the superhuman killer on the other end of the phone. He sounds pissed.
"But Mark is here right now. Can't you come and take him out? We paid you for this! Don't forget!"
[Shut up, boy. Your father paid me to do a job and I will do it in my own way. The Red Lotus is too open. A fight there will definitely reveal our involvement in GHOST's death. Do not call this number again unless you are right on death's doorstep, do you understand?]
"Y-Yes. But –"
Beep!
The call went off before Francis could say anything more and he cursed and almost threw the phone on the ground! Who the fuck does this bastard think he is! They hired him to kill Mark but he is acting like he is the one that hired them instead! How dare he cut the phone like that!? Francis heard a voice speak up from behind him.
"Sir, you're causing a nuisance in the lobby. You'll have to come with me."
Francis turned to see a security guard standing there and he frowned.
"Who do you think you're talking to, you plebeian!? Shut up and get the fuck out of my way!"
Francis pushed the man out of the way and left the hotel quickly. That useless killer wasn't going to come get rid of Mark so he had to get out of there before Mark saw him.
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Ding dong~
The sound of the doorbell ringing alerted Pat to Mark's arrival and he quickly went to the door and opened it with a tired look on his face. Pat was in his usual attire – a pair of sweatpants and a loose t-shirt, and he looked like he had just come out from a warzone with his disheveled hair and heavy eye bags.
"Mark, you're late."
"You look like shit."
"Yeah, I know. Come in. Hey, sister-in-law."
Pat greeted Arit as they walked into the penthouse and Arit smiled at him and greeted him in return. Arit finally entered the penthouse and she felt her eyes widen in awe at the sheer size of the house. What in the world is this? The penthouse took up an entire floor of the hotel. There was a wide wall on one side of the penthouse that was made entirely from one-way glass.
This allowed them to see the clouds passing by and filtered sunlight into the house to light up the entire place beautifully. In the center of the house, there was a circular area that went lower than the main floor. There were couches and a center table in there with a wide three-hundred-inch television.
There was a bar on another side of the house, and when Arit looked out from the glass door leading to the balcony, she could see a swimming pool overlooking the balcony as well. Is this a hotel room? Are you sure this is a hotel room at all? It looks more like a house. Someone could live in here for the next hundred years and they will probably never need to leave the house even once.
It was too amazing!
Mark put his hand on Arit's lower back and Arit turned to see him smiling at her.
"It's nice, isn't it?"
"It's amazing!"
Mark laughed as she said this and he watched as Talia ran towards the center of the room and jumped on the plush couch. She immediately took the remote and began to change the station until she got to a cartoon that she wanted to watch.
"Yawn~ Don't just stand there. Let's get going –"
"Patrickkk!!!!"
Patrick stopped talking as he heard a loud voice shouting in his house and he sighed as he scratched his hair tiredly. A woman suddenly stormed out from inside the house with a few magazines in her hand. The magazines had images of naked sexy girls on the covers and she raised them up to reveal that they were porn magazines.
"Why do you have these in your room!? I told you not to get any more of this nonsense, didn't I!? If you want to see naked women then you should tell me to hook you up with one of my friends! These are definitely different from the ones I caught you with last time!"
The woman that came out from inside the house was a pretty woman with red hair and red eyes like Patrick. She was wearing a pair of Patrick's sweatpants and one of Patrick's t-shirts, and Mark immediately recognized her as he blinked in shock to see her. The woman turned towards Mark once she noticed that there were guests in the house and she was also surprised to see him.
"Doctor Jeanne?"
"GHOST!?"
Jeanne was the superhuman with the ability to heal injured patients by taking their life in exchange.
She was stunned to see Mark there because Patrick never told her that he was friends with Mark Vanitas. Jeanne knew that Patrick made one friend that he kept since his elementary school days, but she was already in college back then so she never had time to come and meet his friends.
And now that she had time for him, Patrick never tells her anything about his private life and so she never knew that Mark was his friend.
Mark, on the other hand, was also stunned to find out that Jeanne was Patrick's sister. Mark knew that Patrick had a sister, but Patrick never told him anything about her and he never even had any of her pictures around, so Mark knew nothing about what she looked like.
To think that the MIRACLE HEALER was Patrick's sister. Mark now knew why Patrick wasn't surprised when Mark told him that he was a superhuman. Patrick already had one superhuman in his life, so learning that Mark was a superhuman was not surprising anymore.
Jeanne turned to Patrick in shock.
"What are they doing here, Patrick? Hold on, don't tell me that he is the friend you always spoke about. You didn't tell me you were friends with GHOST!?"
Patrick shrugged nonchalantly and Jeanne growled as she started to roll the porn magazines together so that she could use it to smack Patrick on the head! This idiot deserves a good beating for always hiding things from her.