"Mom, I think it's a great idea! So, shall we do that?" Hugo said with an evil smile. His eyes glowed with fierceness.
But soon, the glint of fierceness faded out in his eyes once Hugo thought of his defeats with Malcolm for so many years.
This time, Hugo felt confident of the result. He must win over Malcolm.
Yvonne proudly raised her eyebrows and narrowed her eyes. "I heard Malcolm promoted a girl to be the new design director recently, and he treats her well. Mom met Mrs. Remington and Velma on her way back to the company. Velma told her that they had breakfast together this morning.
It's odd. Malcolm always keeps himself away from women. We have to be careful."
After that, Hugo was lost in thought.
His eyes narrowed into slits, and suddenly, he sneered, "Velma deliberately told you this. She is clearly driving a wedge between Malcolm and us."
"Hugo, you are wrong. That girl is smart. She knows we want her to marry Malcolm, so she wants us on her side to hate the new design director." Yvonne said lightly. She slit her eyes into shrewdness.
The evil smile again appeared on Hugo's face. His pair of almond eyes gleamed with a touch of contempt. "Well, she's indeed smart. If she was not the adopted daughter of the Lowe family, I would have married her. You know, the Remington family is prestigious in Fielddell."
Malcolm always looked intimidating, and people could feel his forceful vibe within three feet.
But strangely, Velma fell head over heels in love with Malcolm.
Instead, she turned a cold shoulder to Hugo. At the thought of this, a sudden impulse of anger arose in Hugo.
Hugo suddenly had a self-satisfied smirk on his face. When he thought of Malcolm's angry and helpless face a few days later, Hugo felt exhilarated.
Yvonne gave him a cold glare and said in a sharp voice, "Hugo, it doesn't matter if you say the words in front of me. But you better keep them in this room.
An adopted daughter is still a member of the Remington family. In Fielddell, Velma is still known as the Remington family's eldest daughter. They will accept you if you marry Velma, but unfortunately, Velma doesn't like you at all."
"Mom! I don't need more insults, okay?" Hugo had a displeased expression on his face. Yvonne's words stirred a wave of anger inside him.
Was there something wrong with Hugo?
He was charming and loaded. In Hugo's eyes, he was out of Velma's league, so Velma didn't get a say.
Yvonne gave a knowing smirk as she looked at her son. Yvonne's every move spoke for elegance. "Kid, I'm your mom, so I should be honest with you. You are the future president of Guillvonne Group, so naturally, others will brown-nose you. Only your mom will give you a wake-up call. Let's pack up. We have to go!"
Yvonne got up and walked out with her luxurious handbag.
Hugo sullenly got up to turn off the computer and packed his stuff.
Rows of tall buildings and streams of colorful lights undulated through the city.
The sky was wide, dotted with a bright moon and flickering stars.
Rows of lampposts lined up the street. The bright light shone through the trees along with the street and cast shadows all over the ground.
Marilyn and Roland rambled along while enjoying the beef skewers in their hands.
Marilyn complained, "Roland, having money to buy a house doesn't change anything. We have been looking for a house this whole day, but we found nothing suitable so far."
Roland glanced sideways at her with a gentle smile, and his eyes crinkled into a crescent. One wouldn't notice the cunning hidden behind his smile if they didn't look closely.
"Lynn, buying a house is a big deal. We have to choose carefully, and I have asked my friends for help. He will call me once he finds the right offer. Relax! We will find our dream house." Roland patted his chest and promised Marilyn.
Marilyn pursed her lips and looked at Roland through the eyes of gratitude. "Thank you! Roland, you've been with me all day. It must be tough for you, right?"
Roland laughed it off. Unfortunately, Marilyn was grateful to him, but not out of love.
"Why are you laughing?" Marilyn glared at him. Did she say anything funny?
But it had been a long time since Marilyn saw Roland's smile in this way.
When Roland was at work, he was as cold-blooded as Malcolm.
Roland was determined and had great insight. He had made his company a Goldmere's business empire just in a few years.
But around Marilyn, Roland acted like a boy who protected his little sister well.
Roland reached out his hand and gently wiped the oil stains off Marilyn's mouth. "Look at you! You eat like Laverne! It's all over your mouth!"
Marilyn pointed at the skewers in the yellow paper bag and whined, "It's their fault."
Roland beamed at her. He knew that was the girl she loved, and Marilyn was cute even when she was whining.
Marilyn tilted her head and glared at him. She flipped out and shouted, "Wait, Roland! Are you saying that you dislike me?"
Roland was startled by Marilyn's roar, and he quickly looked around. They had attracted the passers-by.
People might think there was just another couple who were bickering on the street.
"Hey! Won't you mind keeping your voice down? People might think that I'm bullying you."
"You did bully me, didn't you?" She raised her eyes to look at Roland, a trace of sadness flashing through her clear and bright eyes.
That brought Roland nowhere out.
"When did I bully her?
Why didn't I know that?"
Roland suddenly stopped. The dazzling light shone on his face, adding more charm to his beautiful outline.
He quickly explained, "Lynn, I didn't. When did you become so petty?"
"Well! A second ago," Marilyn replied to him confidently.
Roland snorted and strode forward angrily.
Marilyn widened her eyes in surprise as Roland left. It wasn't the way she wanted.
She chased after Roland and asked, "Why are you angry? When did I piss you off?"
"Well! A second ago," Roland imitated her tone and retorted back.
"Hey!" Marilyn felt humiliated.
"Roland, you are petty. Are you taking revenge on me?" Her eyes moved nimbly, and she was close to tears.
Passers-by caught a glimpse at the fighting couple and turned their heads around from time to time.
Roland broke out into laughter as he looked into Marilyn's eyes, which were shining like a sparkling star, clear like a rippling stream, and pure like sunshine.
Sometimes Roland, couldn't control himself and bullied her. But when he saw Marilyn's puppy eyes, Roland didn't have the heart to do it.
"Still laughing?" Marilyn glared at him.
Marilyn was well-arranged and outstanding at work.
When she was with Roland's kids, she was gentle and childish. That was the typical Marilyn. Sometimes, she whined like a baby, and sometimes, she laughed like crazy.
She loved to be the authentic Marilyn.
"Alright, stop. Finish your skewers! It won't be good if it gets cold later. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning. Let's continue after breakfast." Roland urged.