The Wrath of Carl Gerald

Chapter Eleven

"We're ready to go now."

Carl Gerald pulled open the car door, signaling for Sara Gerald to enter.

Sara pouted and entered reluctantly, still clutching the open places on her gown tightly.

"Ok, I'm outside the Villa already, give me a moment." Juliet Marcus hung up the call.

Carl Gerald placed the phone in Sara's hands as soon as the call was over.

"I'm here, sir!" Juliet Marcus was out of breath as she'd run from the gate of the villa. She gave a deep bow once she was close enough to Carl Gerald.

"Miss. Juliet, that was fast..." Carl Gerald tried to be polite to the bowing lady.

"It's my job to give satisfactory services to my customers." She smiled smugly, standing upright, as though stating the obvious.

"Miss. Maxxy!" Sara called out to Juliet Marcus. "Thank you for the tea earlier, it was delicious."

Juliet Marcus looked around, but seeing no one, she pointed at herself, "Me? Maxxy?" 

Sara Gerald nodded with a wide smile. It was her way of showing thanks. "Your name was too long to remember, so I hope you really don't mind..."

Juliet Marcus's face turned red. Carl seeing this became alarmed. "Sara, don't be rude." Carl scolded.

"But I was only thanking her." Sara said back.

"I-It's fine! Let me drive you to the banquet early, okay?!" With that Juliet Marcus hurriedly popped herself into the driver's seat.

Carl Gerald sighed before entering the luxury car, along with 3 other bodyguards.

Carl Gerald and Sara Gerald thought that Juliet Marcus was upset, but it turned out she was weak to compliments and flattery.

As Juliet Marcus turned the key, the familiar hum of the engine drew everyone away from their thoughts, as though commanding attention.

"Please strap on your seat belts, and sit comfortably with all appendages in the car, not sticking out the car window." 

Juliet Marcus spoke in a formal tone that had a hint of joy. She looked like she was enjoying her job.

Everyone did as they were told. Juliet then stepped on the gas pedal, the car slowly accelerating out the villa.

For the first few moments, the car was silent. The silence was occasionally broken by Carl Gerald positioning Sara's neck as she dozed off.

"Oh, General Carl?" Juliet Marcus piqued his interest.

"...yes?" Carl Gerald didn't feel too sure about answering to 'General'.

"I forgot to tell you about being our bank's biggest investor, you get to control most of our decisions on how we invest and accept partnership deals."

Juliet Marcus's talkative behavior shined through.

"So I can cancel people?" Carl Gerald asked, not seeing the need for the information.

"If you understand it better that way, yes." Juliet Marcus smiled, her red lips failing to hide her toothy grin.

"You seem happy?" Carl Gerald asked.

"O-oh? I'm just happy I got to drive you before Debra Zach." She puffed an air of pride.

Carl Gerald swallowed a sigh. He was surprised that they knew each other, but Carl really didn't understand what relationship he held with the two women, presumably before he'd gotten amnesia.

The car remained silent until they arrived at a red carpet. 

People of different statuses walked on the carpet and took pictures by the banner.

Each person was dressed extravagantly, making Carl Gerald feel like he paled in comparison.

"Sara, we're here..." Carl Gerald gently woke up his sister. 

"Uh..."Sara Gerald woke up. She stretched, yawning. Sara glanced out the window. "Carl that's..."

"Yeah, I see them too." Carl Gerald bit his lower lip in disgust.

It was Tiffany Raymond and Austin Tyler. Austin held Tiffany in a provocative way, smiling as their picture was being taken.

And the worst was Tiffany's dressing. If Sara's dress was revealing, then Tiffany was as good as naked.

She wore a red gown that carved her shape indiscriminately, her cleavage was balancing on the line of indecency and manageability, and straps connected the top to the skirt in a zigzag pattern, showing her stomach.

It didn't just end there, the slit in Tiffany's gown was nearing her waist. 

"General Carl, we've arrived!" Juliet Marcus opened the car door for the siblings, bowing slightly as they alighted. 

Juliet sensed their hesitancy, and catching a glimpse of Tiffany, she could only guess why.

"I know of a more demure route if it suits your wants." Miss Juliet March offered.

"Yes, please." Carl Gerald was on the verge of anger. 

He remembered hearing about a banquet from his ex-wife that was being hosted by a bank, but Carl never knew it would've been Vesta bank.

Juliet Marcus led them through a quieter route, away from the attention of the paparazzi.

She led them to the VIP section, sitting them down on one of the chairs. Without warning her phone rang.

As Juliet gazed at the caller she smiled arrogantly, "Hello? Oh Debra, you won't believe what happened today!"

Juliet Marcus's expression soon turned pale, "Security issues? I'll be there right now.... I'll brag about that later!" 

"General Carl, something important related to the events came up, please forgive me for leaving you unattended, I'll rush back as soon as I'm done." 

Without waiting for Carl Gerald's response, she dashed up a flight of stairs with a sign reading 'staff only'.

"Wow, Maxxy does a lot of things, huh?" Sara Gerald asked her brother.

"I agree." Carl smiled wearily. He observed the banquet and couldn't believe all this happened in a day. "Things happen so quickly..." Carl Gerald muttered.

"What was that?" Asked Sara.

"Let's go check out the banquet." He patted Sara's neatly combed and wavy hair.

"I want to check out the food section first." Sara got up with her brother, a dreamy look on her face.

"I'm sure you were a pig in your past life." Carl teased.

"Stop teasing–"

Sara cut her words short when she saw the outline of Tiffany Raymond and Austin Tyler walking towards them.

"Well, well, well, look who decided to show up…eventually, wearing a borrowed suit.”

Austin smiled evilly. Tiffany seemed to want to join him in hurling abuses.

"It's those poor and wretched fools.”