Melissa then politely refused his help.
âI can manage on my own.
â
Just like Marcus had pointed out, she wasnât really a fan of Japanese cuisine and therefore ate with reservation, while Marcus, without hesitation, finished what she left behind.
Melissa watched him, her feelings mixed.
Given their past, wasnât his action crossing a line?
She knew that Marcus was no fan of Japanese food either.
Jaimeâs disappointment was palpable, though his father offered a silent gesture of support.
The dinner, now overshadowed by Marcusâ presence, concluded sooner than expected.
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Melissa faced a dilemma regarding Alanâs proposition.
In the car, her secretary couldnât hide her frustration.
âShouldnât we look for another investor? Alanâs demands are unreasonable; he wants too much!â
Melissa remained silent for a moment before responding softly, âAfter careful consideration, Alan remains our best option.
We cannot afford to pass up this chance.
â
The secretary expressed doubt, prompting Melissa to explain further.
âAlan recognizes the projectâs value.
His success in amassing a billion-dollar fortune is no small feat; he wouldnât let personal matters interfere.
For the projectâs future financial gains alone, he would likely stick to it.
â
The secretary expressed admiration, âMiss Brown, your dedication is remarkable!â
Just as they were about to drive away, Thomas made an unexpected appearance, forgoing formalities to open the car door.
âJoin me for a cup of tea, just the two of us,â he proposed to Melissa, who glanced up at him, leaving the secretary momentarily speechless.
Melissa then responded with a quiet, âOkay.
â
She had hoped to keep her distance from the Smith family, yet their insistence, now seemingly in collaboration with Alan, compelled her to seek clarity on certain matters.
Exiting the car, she followed Thomas into the clubâs grand lobby.
Marcus was there, appearing slightly unsettled from his drink, lounging on a sofa.
At the sound of their approach, Likely recognizing Melissaâs footsteps, he opened his eyes.
Thomas, respecting Marcusâ status, approached him with humility.
âMarcus, Iâll be taking Melissa for tea.
We wonât be long,â he explained, his tone respectful.
Melissa remained silent, observing the exchange.
Marcus offered a mild smile in response.
âOf course.
â
Thomas gestured to Melissa, âLetâs proceed.
â
They navigated through the club to a more opulent private room, where Weldon was seated, steeped in thought over his tea.
Upon their entry, Thomas announced softly, âWeldon, Melissa has arrived.
â
Weldon lifted his gaze to meet Melissaâs, his look filled with a mixture of remorse and longing that he hadnât shown earlier.
It was as if Melissaâs presence brought someone else to his mind.