Chapter 204

His eyes twinkled as he looked ahead, “Yeah.”

I was confused. “Why not call the police then?”

“Idiot.” Mark chuckled. “Do you think the old lady celebrating her 80th birthday

today would agree to me calling the cops? Sometimes, there are other ways

to achieve the same result.”

That statement was intriguingly profound.

Surprised, I turned to Mark and smiled. “Mark, you’re different from the Mark I

knew before.”

“How so?” He paused, looking at me, “Or… do you not like this side of me?”

“No way!” I immediately protested, praising him, “You’ve become sharper and

more clever than the Mark I remember. I’m really impressed by how

thoroughly you think things out.”

In a situation like ours, we had no one to rely on but ourselves, especially

since he was deep in the treacherous waters of the Larson family. Not being

thorough was a recipe for disaster.

He seemed momentarily stunned, his eyes lighting up. “Really?”

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“Absolutely.” I nodded earnestly.

Maybe it was just my imagination, but Mark seemed to have let out a silent

sigh of relief, his tension easing considerably as if my question had made him

nervous.

When entering the Larson family’s banquet hall, I realized that the attendees

weren’t just the upper class of RiverCity but also some new faces.

Mark got me some food from the buffet, saying, “I need to step out for a bit.

You relax here, and call me if you need anything.”

“Sure.” I smiled softly, accepting the plate of Western cuisine.

The banquet hall buzzed with activity, and typically blending into the

background, I found the perfect spot to enjoy some quiet.

I was just there for the drama, but it still stung.

Unexpectedly, without hesitation and quite proudly, Margaret tilted her chin

up. “Yes, that’s me. What about it?”

Probably, Margaret wasn’t used to these kinds of events, dressed to the nines

in a V-neck gown that flaunted her figure and a high slit that offered glimpses

of her thigh.

“Divorce him.” The command was clear in the rich girl’s tone.

Margaret’s eyes widened. “What did you say?”