Nevertheless, after searching the entire street, Malcolm did not find Lynn.
"Lynn... Lynn..." Malcolm suddenly sat up from the bed.
Malcolm swallowed. And he was breathing heavily with his dry lips slightly open. Malcolm was also sweating profusely with his hands tightly clutching the soft quilt.
Malcolm looked at the alarm on the nightstand and found it was just past three.
Malcolm raised his hand and rubbed his forehead painfully.
It had been a long time since Malcolm last dreamt of Lynn. However, tonight he dreamt of Lynn again.
He remembered that the last time he dreamt of Lynn was last month.
Malcolm took a deep breath and sank back into bed with an anguished look.
Without turning on the light, Malcolm placed one hand on his forehead and closed his eyes in pain.
When Malcolm was in the worst pain, Lynn was the only one accompanying him. No matter how frequently Malcolm lost his temper at Lynn, Lynn would always stay by his side unconditionally and stubbornly.
Some said that no one could escape from grief, which was the greatest devil.
However, although Malcolm lived in grief, he was not bound by the devil of sorrow. Instead, he regarded such sorrow as his impetus. He always believed that one day, he would find Lynn.
Even if there was too much bitterness in the process, Malcolm would never stop searching as long as there was a glimmer of hope.
With the moon shining coldly, it was quiet all around. However, time was flowing gradually.
When dawn came, the sunlight instantly enveloped the earth, breaking through the mist. It turned out to be another brilliant day.
Thinking of seeing Arturo today, Malcolm was in a particularly good mood and got up early.
Malcolm was wearing a white shirt and black straight pants, which made him look even more attractive.
With his slender legs elegantly folded, Malcolm sat on the couch, reading the financial newspapers. Julian had not woken up yet. Even though Malcolm did not sleep well last night, he was still mettlesome this morning.
Perhaps because Malcolm had suffered so much that even fate decided to send Lynn and Arturo to his side.
All of this happened in a matter of days. For Malcolm, it was like a dream.
Time gradually passed and it was time for work. At nine, Marilyn arrived at the office on time.
Her assistant Billie had already been in the office.
Since Marilyn had been promoted to the design director of the head office, she did not need to wear any more work clothes. All Marilyn had to do was wear a work tag. Marilyn was wearing the most popular white dress of the season. The unique style made her look perfect.
As for Billie, she was still wearing her work attire. The Lowe Group had a variety of work clothes, including dresses, suits, and so on.
Billie was wearing a white dress today. Billie had a delicately outlined face and was with short hair, which made her look neat and competent. And her every move was in an imposing and arrogant manner.
Marilyn had a quiet temperament which made others feel very close, while Billie was different.
The appearances of Marilyn and Billie formed a strong contrast.
"Good morning, Miss McKenzie!" Marilyn greeted Billie in an easy-going manner.
As far as Marilyn could recall, when Marilyn first met Billie, Marilyn called her Billie, but Billie gave Marilyn a cold smile and introduced herself as Billie McKenzie.
As a result, Marilyn called Billie Miss McKenzie instead.
Billie glanced at Marilyn with an extremely cold gaze.
Billie just glanced at Marilyn with disdain and did not say anything.
Marilyn walked to her desk calmly.
Suddenly, Marilyn noticed that someone had come to her desk and leafed through the files.
Marilyn cast a glance at Billie who was looking down at her phone at that moment.
A cold smile flashed across Marilyn's eyes. Marilyn knew from the first time she met Billie that Billie had no regard for her. Nevertheless, the reason why Marilyn was able to get to where she was today was that Marilyn no longer disguised herself!
The real Marilyn was pure and paranoid!
Marilyn looked at Billie coldly and said, "Tidy up the desk. I have to start working in ten minutes!"
With these words, Marilyn walked towards the models by the window.
Staring at Marilyn's back, Billie slammed her phone on the table and sneered, "You really take yourself seriously, don't you? Never think that you are qualified to tell me what to do just because you are in the position by foul means. Even Director Ayesa doesn't dare to do this to me!"
Marilyn, who was arranging the fabric, paused slightly.
Marilyn slowly turned around and looked at Billie who was wearing an insufferably arrogant expression. Marilyn put on an elegant smile with cold eyes and then she said word by word with extreme coldness, "Miss McKenzie, it seems that Mr. Lowe appreciates you a lot. In that case, let's invite Mr. Lowe here and ask him whether I've got the position by foul means or on my strength?"
Billie sneered, "Someone saw you having dinner with Mr. Lowe last night. With such solid evidence, can you change what has happened even if Mr. Lowe comes here?"
Marilyn narrowed her eyes slightly and thought, "Last night, only Sandra and Margie saw Malcolm and me.
How did Billie know that?"
Marilyn retorted, "A casual dinner would be said to be a seduction. People who can't eat with Mr. Lowe, of course, will be jealous and slander others at will.
"I have been working in the Lowe Group for several years and I have never seen an assistant who disobeys the director. It seems that Miss McKenzie despises me as the new director?"
With an indifferent and cold temperament, Marilyn said in a calm tone, making others not dare to blaspheme.
Billie felt as though she had been slapped in the face.
Just as Billie was about to speak, Marilyn said in a neither fast nor slow manner, "Miss McKenzie is quite well-informed to get to know that Mr. Lowe and I had dinner just over a night. Everyone in Fielddell knows that Mr. Lowe doesn't like women. If Mr. Lowe hears what Miss McKenzie said, I wonder how he will feel?"
Though Marilyn said in a calm tone, it was not hard to sense the threat in her words.
Marilyn stood where she was and continued to tidy up the clothes in her hands. Marilyn's indifferent manner indicated that she was not affected at all by the slander that Billie had said.
Billie, on the contrary, felt as miserable as she was standing in the rain at that moment, although Billie was well dressed.
Although Marilyn looked weak, when she fought back, her words were as sharp as blades, which could harm others badly.
Billie clenched her fists and looked at Marilyn angrily. However, Billie then smiled and said, "Ms. Chapman, you must be joking. How would I look down on you?"
Hearing what Billie said, Marilyn put down the clothes in her hands, walked to the desk, and said slowly, "Then do your job well. As a member of the head office, you must know the rules of the Lowe Group better than me who used to be in the subsidiary that the Lowe Group does not keep idlers."
Marilyn had always been gentle and quiet, but she would never tolerate someone like Billie because if Marilyn put up with what happened today, Billie would go further next time.
Then Marilyn's life would be miserable in this office.
Billie stared at Marilyn coldly. How could she not know the rules of the Lowe Group? She also knew how heartless Malcolm was. She had been able to become an assistant all because of her hard work and luck.