Motioning toward his study, Marcus invited her to follow.
âCome on; letâs talk it out.
â
With a resigned sigh, Melissa followed him into the study.
When she got in, she closed the door behind her.
Marcus sat behind his desk, pulling out a document from a drawer.
He slid it across the desk.
Then he motioned for her to take a seat and have a look.
Confusion clouded Melissaâs mind as she sat down and skimmed the document.
After a moment, she looked up, her eyes wide with disbelief.
âWhat is this?â
Marcus replied blankly, âThe file says it all, Miss Brown.
Do you need me to read it to you?â
Gritting her teeth, Melissa shook her head.
âNo, thanks.
â
She skimmed through the document swiftly, her muscles tensing as she looked at Marcus warily.
The document promised her a fortune.
There would be a big house for her and Matthew, and it would be transferred under her name.
In addition to that, Marcus would give her five million dollars as the living expenses each month.
He would also cover Matthewâs education, and Matthew would inherit other properties from the Fowler family when he came of age.
As Matthewâs father, Marcus could come to visit him at any time.
If he wanted, he could even stay with Matthew over the night.
But there was no extra term for Melissa.
But there was indeed a caveat: if she were to get married, Matthew would fall into Marcusâ care.
While it seemed Melissa held sway, Marcus quietly pulled the strings, guiding not only her fate but also her marital bond.
âIâm not buying it,â Melissa said firmly.
Marcus wasnât surprised by her refusal.
If she had caved easily, it would have been suspicious.
That resolve had severed their ties three years prior.
Marcus flipped through the document casually with his slender fingers.
âSure about this? Think about the custody battle for Matthew.
Are you ready for that?â
Melissa shook her head, resolute.
âYou wouldnât do this! Not if you care about Matthew.
Marcus, you are still young.
Miss Finch and you can always have your own children.
You shouldnât take Matthew with you.
â
âIf I have Matthew, I donât need to marry,â Marcus replied.
Melissa stared at him incredulously.
What game was he playing?
Regardless, she wasnât going to play along.
Standing up abruptly, she declared, âThatâs it.
Iâm out!â