NovelBarChapter 2888 Melissa approached the front desk, whispering, “I'd Like to see Mr. Fowler.” Books Chapters Are Daily Updated Join & Stay Updated for All Books Updates...
Of course, the receptionist was privy to the rumors about Marcus despising Melissa. Reluctant to allow Melissa upstairs, the receptionist suggested, “You could try reaching Mr. Fowler on his private line,” wearing a hesitant smile.
Despite Melissa's attempts to reach Marcus by phone, he remained unresponsive.
The receptionist grasped the situation and whispered, “I fear Mr. Fowler prefers solitude. If you're determined to meet him, wait here.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe usually won't leave for lunch, and he'll finish work in the evening.” Melissa expressed her gratitude to the receptionist in hushed tones.
Seated in a corner, clutching the takeout bag, Melissa's gaze remained fixed on the elevator entrance.
Fearing to miss Marcus, anxiety gripped Melissa.
Skipping lunch, Melissa patiently waited until around six in the evening. Even after the receptionist had left for the day, she remained steadfast in her seat.
Within the Fowler Group, the workforce tirelessly put in overtime each day among the thousands of employees.
The first-floor hall remained illuminated throughout the night.
At the top-floor office of the Fowler Group, Marcus concluded the final task of the day. Securing the pen cap, he casually remarked, “That wraps up today. Time to call it a day.” Sylvia seamlessly handed Marcus his coat.
Opting not to wear it, Marcus draped it over his arm, intending to visit Alexis and Leonel afterward. Alexis was pregnant, and their mother had placed some tonics in his trunk that morning, instructing him to deliver them to his sister after work.
(Eagles) ‘s (Eagles) Concerning Melissa, Marcus’ family likely received the news beforehand, so they didn't inquire with Marcus.
However, Marcus’ father, Waylen, was in a somber mood.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmContemplating Melissa brought tension to Marcus’ expression. Avoiding overthinking, he retrieved his car key, prepared to descend.
Sylvia intervened.
“Mr. Fowler, Melissa has been patiently waiting for you downstairs all day.” Marcus’ body was subtly tensed. After a prolonged pause, he turned, inquiring with a cold tone, “What did you just say?” Summoning her courage, Sylvia reiterated.
After an extended gaze at Sylvia, Marcus exited the office in silence.
Sylvia trailed behind him.
Sylvia's heart raced as she entered the elevator. No longer young, she struggled to endure the tension. Averse to witnessing the scene unfold, worry gripped her.
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