"Malcolm, I'll hang up first. Everything is going well. Jeannie is here. Wish you all the best at Marilyn's house tonight." Julian quickly hung up after he finished speaking.
He told Malcolm this news so Malcolm would just accompany Marilyn and would not disturb him.
He stared at Jeannie, who was not far away. She was both strange and charming. He seemed to have just met her.
In his investigation, she was the top agent. The new stars recently were all made famous by her, and her focus now was Arturo.
Moreover, she was known as a good daughter and had a great reputation.
Her parents moved abroad, and only she and her brother were in the country.
When people in Goldmere talked about Jeannie, they would be amazed at her and praise her a lot.
Such a woman had a fatal attraction to Julian.
He sat in the corner, holding a glass of red wine in his hand. There was a smile on his handsome face as he gazed at Jeannie's every move.
Her charming smile remained all the time.
Julian was very clear about the rules of the game here. Tonight, Jeannie would definitely get drunk!
In order to accompany Marilyn in Fielddell, Roland wanted tonight's contract. Julian knew the client. He was the young master of the Vaughn Group, Marvin Vaughn.
John was a pervert. It was not easy to sign this contract.
Jeannie, who was always smiling, always felt that someone was watching her in the dark. When she looked around, she only saw the bright neon lights outside the window and the night sky.
Julian's seat was well hidden. He could see Jeannie's every move, but Jeannie could not see him.
Jeannie turned around and threw herself into the conversation with John, who was handsome with deep facial features.
John kept toasting, and Jeannie did not refuse.
John looked at Jeannie with a pair of deep, sharp, and dark eyes that were always smiling.
Julian, who was hiding in the dark, wished that he could dig out John's eyes and smash them hard on the ground.
However, if he showed up, Jeannie's effort would be in vain.
Jeannie, Roland, and Marilyn were quite hard-working.
Julian gradually knew about it.
Malcolm came to the fifth floor in high spirits. Looking at the door that blocked him and Marilyn, he felt annoyed.
In the past few days, the injury in his heart seemed to have gradually healed.
Before this, no matter how hard he tried, the injury in his heart kept hurting and suffocating him.
Now, Marilyn's return saved him.
He knocked on the door.
Marilyn, who was making ravioli, was startled by the sound.
She glanced at Dominic, who was reading a book on the sofa. "Dominic, go open the door."
"Okay, mom!" Dominic jumped off the sofa to open the door. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Malcolm. He frowned slightly, "Malcolm, why are you here?"
Malcolm smiled and said, "Dominic, I was passing by and came to see you."
"Passing by..." Dominic was in disbelief.
"Yes, I was just passing by," Malcolm answered simply with his innate nobility.
Dominic said faintly, "Come in!"
Malcolm bluntly walked in with his eyes filled with gentleness and affection.
Dominic shouted, "Mom, it's Malcolm." He seemed to be deliberately reminding his mother.
"Hello, Malcolm!" Arturo, who was resting at the side, got up and greeted him.
"Arturo, are you tired?"
Arturo shook his head and said nothing.
Malcolm smiled and walked in. The night breeze was gentle, and the curtain of the floor-to-ceiling window was stirred by the wind.
In the kitchen, Marilyn was a pink home dress. Her hair was tied neatly and her cheeks were like peach blossoms.
Seeing Marilyn with a pink apron, Malcolm was suddenly overjoyed the moment the two of them looked at each other.
She was like a wife waiting for her husband to come home for dinner.
Marilyn saw Malcolm in surprise. His frequent appearance made her a little unhappy, but he was her boss. She couldn't refuse him outside the door.
"Mr. Lowe, what's the matter?" Marilyn asked.
Malcolm walked to her, with his smile sinister and unruly. She looked even more tender under the light.
"Lynn, can I only come when there's a matter?" His rhetorical voice was as light as the spring breeze.
He said with a faint smile.
Marilyn was slightly startled. He seemed to think they were very familiar with each other.
She only wanted to have a meal with the children. Why was he here?
At that time, she really wanted to argue with Malcolm.
Unfortunately, she needed her job.
Because of the life she was leading, she could no longer be simple and innocent. Now, in front of acquaintances, she could only smile just like before.
"Have you had dinner?" Marilyn asked lightly and continued to make ravioli.
Malcolm's lips curved into a perfect smile. He was just waiting for that.
"No, I haven't." He had deliberately come over to eat. That was what he wanted.
Julian was not at home. If Malcolm returned to the villa alone, only the silent loneliness would be waiting for him.
"Okay." Marilyn lowered her head and said. She restrained all the emotions in her eyes. "Then you can chat with Arturo and Dominic first. We'll eat ravioli. I'll make a few more." Her tone was gentle, and it sounded quite pleasant.
"Alright!" Malcolm looked at her and smiled triumphantly.
Looking at her dispirited expression, he knew that she did not welcome him.
Malcolm felt a little upset. He looked at Marilyn as he became disappointed.
He thought, "Lynn, did you really forget me?"
He had always hoped that she would remember him.
Arturo smiled and shouted, "Malcolm, come and sit."
"Coming." Malcolm snapped out of his daze and turned to look at Arturo.
Malcolm glanced at Marilyn again, seeing that she was still lowering her head. He did not speak, walking over and sitting between his two sons.
"Malcolm, have some tea!" Arturo placed the tea in front of Malcolm.
"Thank you, Arturo." Malcolm smiled with a hint of affection. Both of their sons were very sensible.
As soon as he saw Marilyn and his sons, his heart was filled with happiness, gratitude, and sweetness.