"Then tell me, where is Malcolm?" Velma looked around and suddenly found herself silly.
After receiving Sandra's call, Velma quickly rushed over, but she didn't see Malcolm there.
Velma's pretty face looked disappointed.
Malcolm meant a lot to Velma. Velma could only serve the Remington family by marrying Malcolm.
Velma lived next door to Malcolm, but he had never taken her out for dinner.
It was Malcolm's indifference that drove Velma crazy and made her lose her manners. Velma rushed over to see what was going on.
Sandra quickly entered the private room and angrily walked to the window. She glanced at the place where Marilyn and Malcolm had just sat. They were gone.
Sandra then saw Velma, in a pink dress, standing outside the restaurant and calling Sandra. Velma's face looked grim.
Sandra was confused and she hurried to explain to Velma with a frown, "Velma, believe me or not, Malcolm and Marilyn, the design director of Malcolm's company, were in the restaurant behind you just now. If you don't believe me, you can check the surveillance footage."
Then, Sandra hung up the phone.
However, Sandra's eyes were fixed on the table at which Marilyn was sitting. How could Marilyn leave all of a sudden?
Margie also walked to Sandra. She crossed her arms and looked at the restaurant opposite with contempt.
Margie frowned slightly and narrowed her eyes that were full of shrewdness. She looked cold and arrogant. Margie then said, "They left in such a hurry!"
"Indeed! Velma thought I was fooling around with her." Sandra's voice sounded powerless.
On second thought, it was not the first time Sandra had offended Velma. Sandra didn't mind doing it one more time.
Margie glanced at Sandra's listless face. Margie then walked back to her chair and sat down. She crossed her legs. With a red manicure, Margie's hands looked well-maintained. Margie lifted a teacup and took a sip of the hot tea.
Margie remained collected and smiled cunningly. She casually said, "So what if you ARE fooling around with her? Velma wouldn't have taken the bait herself if she had no intention. She can't blame you."
"That's true. It also shows how much Velma cares about Malcolm. That's something we may make use of in the future." Sandra felt relieved after hearing Margie out.
Sandra was as vicious as her mother, yet less diplomatic.
Sandra ran into Marilyn, which reminded Sandra of a question she had always had.
Sandra glanced at Margie, who looked peaceful and calm, and asked with a smile, "Mom, when you took Marilyn away that year, didn't anyone look for her?"
Suddenly, Margie raised her aged yet still attractive face. Margie gazed at Sandra and after looking at Sandra for a while, Margie lowered her eyes. Margie remained silent.
Sandra knew at a glance that Margie did not want to tell. But Sandra was curious. Since Marilyn was lost, her family must have been looking for her.
Or perhaps Marilyn was an orphan? And that was why nobody ever reached her...
Margie never said anything. She seemed to be hiding something about Marilyn.
Occasionally, Sandra's eldest brother would mention it, but every time he did, Margie would scold him.
It seemed that Margie didn't want anyone to mention Marilyn.
"Mom, just tell me! I am really curious!" Sandra began to beg Margie. Sandra walked up to Margie and shook her arm like a spoiled child.
However, Margie had gone through a lot. She knew her daughter well.
No matter how hard Sandra tried to play charm on Margie, Margie wouldn't tell Sandra anything about Marilyn. Margie might go to jail if the truth was unveiled.
"Mom..." Sandra pouted.
"Stop it. I won't tell you about it. You don't know how serious it is. You might cause me trouble. You should cherish what you've got!"
Margie had suffered so much for all those years. Now, she finally could live a rich life and she didn't want anything to ruin it.
Margie glanced at her daughter.
Margie hated Marilyn as Marilyn's presence made her suffer more!
However, Marilyn was a good girl. At such a young age, she could cook and wash clothes.
Marilyn was raised as a servant.
Marilyn had tried her best to integrate into her family, but Margie had never allowed her to be one of them.
Sandra angrily let go of Margie's hand and sat back in the chair.
Sandra glared at her mother and said in a sharp voice, "Mom, do you think you can hide it for the rest of your life?"
Margie narrowed her eyes and looked up. She stared at her daughter's face. Suddenly, she smiled coldly and said sarcastically, "Sandra, you have to rely on the Chambers family in your life. If the Chambers family is doomed, you will be too. As for Marilyn's identity, your father and I don't know about it either.
"In order to avoid debts, we took your brother and Marilyn to hide in your grandfather's hometown. It was in the middle of nowhere. We didn't dare to return to Fielddell until a few years later. We didn't even know if her parents had looked for her."
"What a pity!" Sandra looked disappointed. She thought her mother knew Marilyn's identity.
"Pity?" Margie looked like she was going to hit her daughter.
"You feel pity that I wasn't imprisoned, don't you?" Margie's tone was harsh and cold, and her eyes were indifferent.
"Mom! I am your daughter. How can you think of me like this?" Sandra looked at Margie while frowning.
Margie suddenly roared, "Then don't talk nonsense. Don't mention Marilyn's name in front of me again."
"Okay, Mom," Sandra replied in a low voice, feeling wronged.
The dishes they ordered were served one after another.
Seeing the delicious food, Sandra was instantly in a much better mood. She no longer thought about Marilyn and quickly enjoyed the food.
Margie looked at Sandra. She narrowed her eyes and took a deep breath.
After a while, Margie calmed herself and began to eat slowly.
As for Malcolm and Marilyn, they happily enjoyed their meal as no one disturbed them.
For Marilyn, Malcolm was her leader. In the past six years, she had learned how to get along with others. She was tactful and negotiated with all kinds of people. She got along well with the people in the company.
Malcolm treated her as an employee too.
After dinner, they walked along the street from Millennium Square to Marilyn's apartment. The night breeze was gentle and cool. It was very comfortable when it blew on their faces.
Malcolm didn't want to leave.
Marilyn couldn't just drive him away, so she accompanied Malcolm.
However, there was an end. When they arrived at Marilyn's apartment, Marilyn stopped and smiled at Malcolm, who looked cold and handsome. She said in a soft voice, "Mr. Lowe, I'm home."
Malcolm looked at her deeply. Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows and smiled. "Ms. Chapman, thank you for the dinner. Ms. Chapman, we should meet again whenever it's convenient for you."
Malcolm couldn't figure out why he didn't want to leave.