Unaware of his intentions, Melissa offered a brief smile and responded, âIâm just running some errands for Mr.
Waston,â keeping her reply succinct.
Yet Marcus continued to scrutinize her.
After a considerable period of silence, it was Sylvia who finally broke the ice.
Having not seen each other for several years, Sylvia was filled with excitement at the prospect of reuniting with Melissa.
Following a brief exchange of updates, Sylvia extended an invitation for them to share a cup of coffee together.
Melissa didnât want to cause embarrassment.
However, she foresaw the likelihood of ending up having coffee with Marcus rather than Sylvia.
Politely declining, she suggested, âCan I take a rain check? Iâm pressed for time today.
Mr.
Waston
awaits my report.
â
Sylvia cast a helpless glance at Marcus upon hearing this.
Marcus remarked coldly, âMr.
Waston appears to hold significant importance for you.
â
Melissa responded calmly, âOf course, heâs my employer.
Good day, Mr.
Fowler, and Sylvia.
Another time for coffee, perhaps.
â
Melissa concluded with courtesy.
Upon turning away, she silently wished sheâd never cross paths with Marcus again.
Perhaps, when Albert returned to Heron the following year, sheâd seek a transfer to the head office with him.
After all, Duefron held no ties for her anymore.
She planned to relocate to Heron with Julie and Matthew.
Upon departing the shopping mall, Melissa didnât head straight back to the company.
She visited another jewelry store and opted to sell the bracelet.
While acknowledging its beauty, she preferred to convert it into cash.
Despite having a decent salary, she was on her own and understood that she alone would be responsible for any unforeseen expenses or challenges.
This wasnât her first visit to the jewelry store.
The owner, straightforward as ever, offered her three hundred thousand for the bracelet.
As Melissa exited the store and approached her car, her attention was drawn to a white Bentley parked across the road, its window Lowered.
It was evident that the person inside the car was Marcus.
After a brief contemplation, she decided to enter the car directly.
Meanwhile, the driver Kevin spoke of something fun at work.
Melissa listened with a smile, her amiable demeanor endearing her to everyone at the Waston Group.
Finally, wiping his face, Kevin expressed, âMy eyes might be playing tricks with me, but I believe I spotted the Fowler Groupâs boss just now.
His car was parked across the street.
â