âHe helped me,â Melissa said, looking at the man next to her.
âMarcus, youâll never get how kind Mr.
Waston is for recognizing my worth.
Youâve had it too easy.
Youâve never felt the pressure of being cornered, never understood desperation like I haveâ¦â
She trailed off, unable to finish her thought, when Marcus cut her off, âThatâs enough!â
In the car, the only sound was their breathing.
Melissa, her voice raspy, touched her forehead and said, âI need to get out of the car.
â
Marcus, without looking away from the road, replied coldly, âI havenât lost all my manners.
Iâll take you home.
â
He then started the car.
The ride was silent.
About ten minutes later, Melissa realized they werenât going to her place.
She looked over and asked, âWhere are we going?â
Marcus didnât respond.
Instead, he pulled out his phone and dialed a number with one hand.
Once connected, he said as if it were the most natural thing, âJulie, Melissaâs had too much to drink.
Iâm bringing her to my place to stay the night.
â
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After hearing Julieâs response, Marcus ended the call.
Melissaâs voice grew tense.
âIâm not going to your place.
â
Marcus kept his eyes on the road, ignoring her comment.
They drove through the city streets until they reached a gated villa community.
The car stopped in front of a villa, its headlights flashing, as the elaborate black gate slowly opened.
They drove the white Bentley inside.
After parking, Marcus and Melissa sat in silence for a couple of minutes before Marcus turned to look at her.
Melissa gazed at the villa before her in silence.
It was a sight to behold, sprawling and opulent.
She knew that such a villa was a rarity in Duefron.
Even the wealthy seldom had the means to afford such luxury.
All she had to do was soften her stance with Marcus and leave the Waston Group.
She could then enjoy a comfortable life in this villa for years to come.
The idea was tempting.
But Albertâs words echoed in her mind.
What she earned by herself was truly and rightfully hers.
The distance between her and Marcus was vast.
If her lifestyle depended on him, her future wouldnât look bright.
Sheâd find herself living in the shadow of his moods, especially without her parents backing.
Melissa turned slightly, her voice soft but firm.
âMr.
Waston is returning to Heron next year.
Heâs assured me that Iâll receive one percent of the Waston Group shares if I manage to secure the deal with Summit Ltd.
Marcus, this means everything to me.
â