NovelBarChapter 2967 Wearing a faint smile, Melissa remarked, “Well, it seems there's someone who bears a striking resemblance to him." “Yes, you're right!” Subsequently, Melissa paid little heed to the driver's further remarks, gazing out the window with a subdued demeanor.
Three years had passed, yet Marcus’ presence still wielded influence over her.
Abruptly, the driver voiced his concern. “Miss Brown, that car has been tailing us relentlessly. Could Books Chapters Are Daily Updated Join & Stay Updated for All Books Updates...
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtthey be aware of your delivery to Mr. Waston? Are they attempting to rob us?” At the thought of it, Kevin appeared flustered.
Sensing his agitation, Melissa reassured him, “Relax. See, the occupant is the CEO of the Fowler Group. They wouldn't rob us." Her words left the driver dumbfounded.
Melissa's earlier certainty about the person not being Mr. Fowler now seemed premature.
Kevin wasn't oblivious. Sneaking a glance at Melissa through the rearview mirror, he noted her composed demeanor, gradually easing his own nerves. As long as she returned to the company unharmed, Melissa paid little mind to the driver's thoughts.
Thirty minutes later, the car halted outside the Waston Group's premises.
Melissa alighted from the vehicle, swinging the door open.
Suddenly, she felt a hand grasp her arm. Raising her head, she met Marcus’ gaze.
Observing the crowd at the company entrance, Melissa questioned in a hushed tone, “Marcus, do you realize what you're doing?” Yet Marcus maintained his hold, unyielding.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm(Eagles) He sneered. “Miss Brown, why not address me as Mr. Fowler as you always do?” Shaking off his grasp, Melissa demanded, “What do you want?" Marcus stated bluntly, “I want you to join me for coffee.” Of course, Melissa had no desire to share coffee with Marcus. However, she had little say in the matter. Persisting with their conversation at the gate would undoubtedly fuel gossip about her and the Fowler Group CEO, spreading throughout Duefron by tomorrow-a situation she desperately sought to avoid.
Contemplating, she shifted her tone, speaking with gravity.
“Certainly, Mr. Fowler. I'd be delighted.” Gesturing toward the coffee shop across the street, she suggested they grab a cup there.
However, Marcus declined the offer to visit the coffee shop she chose.
Approaching the passenger side, Marcus opened the door, instructing Melissa, “Get in.”
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