Malcolm sneered and said, "Julian, you've only met Jeannie twice, and she even has a boyfriend. You shouldn't be able to do such a thing."
When Julian heard this, not only was he not annoyed, he even said with a smile, "Malcolm, you are also a gentleman, but you also took Lynn away from Roland, didn't you? Before you tease me, just think about what you have done, OK?"
Hearing this, Malcolm narrowed his eyes and retorted, "Before you say that, why don't you ask Lynn if they are lovers? It was Roland, who had stolen my Lynn."
"Come on!" Julian couldn't help but burst out laughing. He rolled his eyes at Malcolm as he mocked with his face full of disdain, "Malcolm, I know that you won't admit it. Indeed, only you, Malcolm, will be so domineering. To you, the wrong can become the right."
"So cut the crap. Investigate the Chamberses when you have time. If I'm not wrong, the man who appeared downstairs today was arranged by Sandy." Malcolm narrowed his eyes. He would not let the Chamberses off.
As for the plan, he had already thought it through.
However, it was not the right time yet. When Marilyn started, he would secretly help.
Ridicule slipped across Julian's eyes. "Is it necessary? It was obviously arranged by Sandy. She has probably done something wrong and was afraid that Marilyn would expose it. Thus she has kept an eye on Marilyn.
"The human resources manager who had gone easy on them will leave today."
Malcolm looked up and glanced at the indifference and ridicule on Julian's face. He also had the same expression.
"Sergio has done a good job." Malcolm narrowed his deep black eyes and sneered, "As for what you said just now, I suspect that something had happened to Lynn in the past. It is very likely that Lynn was not adopted from the orphanage."
When Julian heard this, he suddenly became interested. He asked excitedly, "You mean Lynn might have had an accident back then?"
"Very likely!" Malcolm suddenly felt distressed and remorseful.
He put down the pen in his hand and looked at Julian, saying, "It was raining heavily that night, but I did not run too far. Although I was sad, I knew that Lynn was chasing after me. I was also worried.
"After I stopped, in the thought that I had already passed the road, I was also very anxious. So I turned around. Right at that moment, a car with dazzling light came into my sight together with the sound of brakes.
"I was afraid that something would happen to Lynn, so I had desperately run back, but I've never seen Lynn since then. All these years, I have always felt that Lynn might have been in a car accident.
"A few days ago, I had asked Lynn about her childhood. She said that she had lost her memory and forgotten many things.
"There is one more thing, Lynn remembers my birthday. The password for her phone is 0923."
"It's hard to believe!" Julian looked at him in surprise and then said, "The day of the accident was your birthday. So it explains."
Their parents were all familiar with each other. Carolyn liked to stick to Malcolm since she was a child, so Julian had also seen her a few times.
However, after she was lost, Julian gradually forgot what Carolyn looked like.
"Exactly!" Malcolm smiled happily and said, "It is through these clues that I am sure that she is Lynn. If you have time, go and investigate where the Chamberses lived and how the situation was. We will soon figure out."
When Julian heard the word "investigate", he felt an inexplicable rejection.
After all, it was not easy.
He shifted his gaze and said, "Malcolm, why don't you ask Lynn directly?"
Malcolm glared at him. "If she could tell me, why would I ask you to investigate?" Malcolm said in an indifferent tone. After saying so, he got up and was about to leave.
"Where are you going?" Julian stared at him with wide eyes.
"Go see my son!" Malcolm looked at him proudly.
The corners of Julian's mouth twitched. He quickly got up and followed behind Malcolm.
Malcolm turned around and glanced at him. "Where are you going?"
Julian smiled devilishly and retorted directly, "To see my girlfriend."
Malcolm sneered, "Somebody else's girlfriend. Don't push too hard."
"Same to you. Be careful not to get things messed up." Julian looked at Malcolm with a gloating smile.
Malcolm smiled confidently but kept silent.
He glanced at Marilyn's office and saw that Marilyn was seriously looking through the information. The smile on his face gradually faded as his eyes were suddenly filled with killing intent, looking cold and scary.
"Lynn, those who have hurt you, I will make them pay a hundred times over," Malcolm swore in his mind.
Julian followed Malcolm to the eleventh floor. Malcolm was to visit Arturo.
As for Julian, it was all for the sake of seeing Jeannie.
The eleventh floor was the territory of the Publicity Department. All the internet celebrities and models work here.
As Malcolm arrived, the people on the eleventh floor felt pressured.
When everyone saw Malcolm, they all greeted him carefully. Dared not to neglect their duties at all, they just did what they should do in their positions and did not even dare to whisper.
Velma was in charge of a part of the work of the Propaganda Department. Happened to deliver documents over, she saw Malcolm from afar.
At this time, Malcolm's handsome face was expressionless. He was looking madly impetuous and cold, meanwhile bewitching.
She wanted to go over and greet him, but suddenly what happened this afternoon came to her mind.
So Velma hesitated and stopped.
She bit her lower lip and stood where she was, wondering why Malcolm was on the eleventh floor.
Seeing him enter the studio of the Publicity Department, she frowned slightly and followed him in. Then she hid in an inconspicuous place.
In the shooting studio, Arturo's shooting had ended.
Jeannie was packing up and preparing to take Arturo back.
"Jeannie!" Julian smiled and greeted from afar.
Jeannie turned around and saw that it was Malcolm and Julian. A strange expression flashed across her eyes, especially when she looked at Malcolm. She curled her rosy lips slightly.
"Hello, Mr. Lowe and Mr. Munoz!" Jeannie smiled charmingly.
Seeing that Jeannie was already packing up, Malcolm asked, "Is everything finished?"
The photographer, who was watching the photo aside, answered, "Mr. Lowe, Arturo did a great job. The whole shooting went quite smooth."
Malcolm smiled. He proudly thought, "Arturo is my son!"
When the photographer saw Malcolm's smile, he was stunned.