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"What is the problem with you?" He asked her.
"Take your hands off me, do not touch me ever again," she shouted at him.
"You are Ethan's best friend and I am very sure that you are involved in your best friend's dirty games with me. He has had his round with me and now he has sent you to complete what he started, right?" She asked in a sharp tone and red, soaked eyes.
"I do not understand what you are saying to me?"
"You don't?" She laughed.
"Do you really take me for a fool?" She asked bitterly.
"Calm down and tell me what Ethan did to you," Clinton said, ignoring her previous question.
"Stop pretending as if you do not know what your friend has done. I am very much aware that you know what I am talking about. You are his shadow after all," she said to him, her voice echoing loudly.
"Ethan should not have done this to you. You are too naive to be treated this way."
Agnes laughed, "wow, so finally you know what he did to me. Thank goodness that you did not pretend not to know anything about all of this. I only have one question for you. What did I do to Ethan to deserve all of this, what did I do to him, that he decided to punish me in such a way? I was peacefully living in my little apartment, I was enjoying my barmaid job, until he came into my life and offered me things which I never asked him for. He gave me a home and after some days, the home turned to hell and now he has taken the hell away from me. He promoted me to a CEO rank and now he has demoted me to nothing. I am now a nobody." She paused and wiped her tears away. She looked at Clinton, "I am hundred percent sure that Ethan has sent you to complete the work he had started in my life. He has sent you to rub more salt to my injury."
Clinton breathed out heavily. "Agnes why not come with me, since you have no place to stay. I don't mi.."
"Do not bother yourself, she is coming with me," Marcus intruded, barging in on them.
How he got here would remain a history.
"Clinton I thought you were sensitive, unlike my cousin. I thought you had respect for women but it seems my judgement were all wrong." He attacked Clinton.
"Stay out of this Marcus. I still respect women, I did not know that things were going to turn out the way they are now. You Know how Ethan is, he listens to no one. Trust me Agnes, I did warn him but he refused to listen to my advice," Clinton explained to them, trying so much to defend himself.
"It seems you knew about your best friend's plan all along. So why did you not tell her. Why did you not make her know that Ethan was only marrying her, in order to use her as his pawn, a business woman. It is all your fault that this innocent woman has to suffer such a fate. Okay let's assume that you did not intend for things to turn out this way, you should have let her know about the truth, that is if you really wanted to help. But you didn't and now you are offering to help her when the deed has already been done. You can't dig a grave for her and not beg her to enter into that grave. If you do so, that means you have other alternatives of killing her," Marcus said intelligently.
He turned to her. "Come with me, Agnes."
"She is not going anywhere with you," Clinton challenged.
They both began to exchange words, nearly fighting with each other until Whitney chimed in.
"Both of you should stop this. Marcus please leave."
Clint smiled and raised his eyebrows. "You heard her clearly, she said you should leave, you are not needed her and neither can you be trusted."
Marcus's face had a grown disappoinment, he turned to go.
"Marcus?" Agnes called his name. "Wait for me outside, I will be with you shortly, I just need to have a word with Clinton privately," she added.
Marcus's lips curled up into a devious, devilish smile. He stood there for a moment and left at once.
Clinton understood everything. Right now he knew that Agnes only wanted to give him a piece of her own mind.
She cleared her throat, as soon as Marcus left. "If you really feel bad about all of this and you really want to help me, then bring Ethan back to me. Can you?"
Clinton's face was expressionless, he also was speechless.
"You see what I am talking about. It is so easy to provide shelter for a person but it is very difficult to provide that person with love, happiness peace joy and hope. Why do you look so speechless, helpless and guilty? I know that I am in need of shelter, I already have someone who can shelter me. I am also in dire need of my husband and I need someone who can reunite the two of us," she said, carrying her box.
"If you really care so much, keep your shelter to yourself and bring my husband back to me," she said to him and left.
Clinton was speechless. He left her office at once.
Agnes went outside while Marcus helped her pack her things into the vehicle, after that they both entered and he drove off, straight to his spare apartment.