Second Chance: Marrying into Wealth Chapter 193

For this kind of investigation, I turned to Vance, who was pretty skilled in this area.

I asked him to help find out the hospital address and condition of Marlowe's younger brother.

It wasn't a tough task, and soon enough, he sent me all the info I needed.

It was better than I expected. Although Marlowe's brother had multiple injuries, none of them were critical. He'd probably be discharged soon.

When Quinlan heard about Marlowe's brother's condition, she breathed a sigh of relief.

She mentioned a rough timeline, estimating that once she visited Marlowe's brother and waited for him to be discharged, she would leave.

"Let me know before you leave. We should meet and talk," I said, still a bit worried about her. After all, she was just a young woman in her early twenties.

But Quinlan refused. Since that was her choice, I respected it.

After hanging up, I couldn't help but curse out the troublesome Marlowe and Quinlan's selfish parents. Checking the time, I decided to grab a quick bite nearby before heading back to the office.

When Christopher saw me, he frowned slightly. Seeing him, I couldn't help but think about what Marlowe had said about the magazine's publication.

But this was his business with the person he liked. Asking about it might be unnecessary or even counterproductive.

I opened my mouth but ultimately chose to stay silent.

He suddenly spoke up, "Did you skip lunch today?"

I was taken aback. "I ate. Why do you ask, Mr. Collins?"

"I had something to ask you, but you weren't in the company cafeteria," Christopher replied calmly.

I explained, "I had something to do at noon, so I went out and ate outside."

He then asked, "Did you have something you wanted to tell me just now?"

Christopher being Christopher, he noticed right away.

I thought for a moment and replied, "I just ran into Ms. Grey at the café next to the company."

I was hinting that his old flame was around, and he should seize the opportunity to see her.

I even carefully observed his expression after saying this.

To my disappointment, Christopher didn't show any joy. Instead, his face immediately darkened.

Could it be because Marlowe had ignored him?

So he was jealous?

"You met her at lunch? Did she ask for you?" Christopher's voice was low and tinged with anger.

I didn't dare say that Marlowe had specifically sought me out.

Fearing Christopher's jealousy would overwhelm me, I told a small lie, "It was just a coincidence. But…"

I glanced at Christopher and met his deep eyes. I organized my thoughts and said, "When we were at the café, Ms. Grey accidentally spilled something and got her clothes dirty. Maybe you could send her a new outfit?"

I was hinting pretty clearly. Christopher should get it by now.

This was the perfect chance to make a good impression.

Maybe if Marlowe was touched, Christopher could win her over.

"Send her clothes?" Christopher's eyes darkened, and his tone suddenly intensified.

Why did it feel like Christopher was angry?

Was it because this kind of thing shouldn't be pointed out, and I hit a nerve?

I quickly replied, "No, Mr. Collins, you must have misheard."

As long as I didn't admit it, Christopher shouldn't pursue the matter.

I seized the opportunity to change the subject, "Oh, I just remembered I have a document to organize."

Without giving Christopher a chance to respond, I quickly returned to my desk.

Fortunately, Christopher didn't make things difficult for me over this during work.

In my free time, I couldn't help but vent to my friend.

Me: [Paula, you won't believe this. Christopher's thoughts are really beyond our understanding.]

Paula: [What happened? Spill the tea!]

I then recounted how Marlowe spilled coffee, my suggestion to Christopher about sending clothes, and his reaction.

I couldn't help but add: [I was just trying to be nice. Not only did he not appreciate it, but he also looked so pissed. Good thing I was quick-witted and reacted fast.]

Paula replied uncertainly: [I feel like Mr. Collins might not like Marlowe that much. Could it be possible that you guessed wrong about who he likes?]

I had actually considered Paula's possibility.

But Christopher had only given two interviews, both to Marlowe. Although we didn't know what kind of cat-and-mouse game they were playing, the fact that Christopher made an exception for Marlowe showed how different she was to him.

Besides, Marlowe called Christopher very intimately, and he never corrected her.

Well, there was one time, but that was at the company, and Christopher always kept work and personal matters separate.

Me: [I don't think so. It's clear Mr. Collins treats Marlowe differently. We're just doubting because his way of pursuing his old flame is a bit unconventional.]

Paula sighed: [Hearing that Christopher likes Marlowe is still hard for me to accept. Oh well, I can't figure out Christopher either. I think fresh graduates, those young, handsome, and energetic guys, are more my type.]

Speaking of young guys, being a good friend, she thought of introducing me to new friends.

I saw through her intention and declined. I wasn't interested in that for now.

Paula didn't push it, just advised me to meet more people and enrich my life.

Me: [Sure, next time! I'll listen to you. I've been busy lately. I want to relax after work.]

After that, I got back to work.

I didn't expect to see Marlowe again at the company so soon. And she came with Jason.

Clearly, she was here to see Christopher. As soon as she arrived, she anxiously asked, "When will Christopher be done?"

I ran into her just as I was leaving work.

Marlowe's face darkened when she saw me, and she even deliberately snorted at me.

Since I had already offended Marlowe and had a terrible impression in her eyes, I didn't bother to maintain a friendly attitude. I didn't even look at her as I walked past.

My indifference made Marlowe feel like she had been slapped in the face.

She was furious and coldly called out, "Melinda, who gave you permission…"

But Jason suddenly interrupted her with a stern face, "Marlowe, this is Summit Innovations Group."

It was a reminder to Marlowe.

Her face darkened, and she didn't speak again. But as she lowered her head, I could feel her cold gaze on me.