Second Chance: Marrying into Wealth Chapter 198

Marlowe heard the cursing and her face twisted with irritation.

Among these people, there were always some she couldn't afford to tick off. She still had the sharp instincts of a media person.

And she knew that right now, she needed to keep a low profile. If things got out of hand, her reputation would be toast.

"Sorry, I'll move my car right away. I'm not great at this, and I'm blocking everyone. Just give me a sec. I'll need the security guard's help to guide me on how to move the car and clear the way!"

She put on a full act, apologizing sincerely to the approaching security guard and asking for his help to direct her. This confirmed that she wasn't very skilled at driving, and the complaints lessened significantly.

I watched Marlowe's performance with a half-smile, somewhat understanding her. She didn't need to go through this, but she just couldn't swallow her pride and had to speak to me in a sarcastic tone.

However, her attitude changed too quickly, faster than a face change in a play.

Suddenly, I had a guess. I looked around and, sure enough, saw Christopher's car not far away. I understood immediately.

Too bad his car windows were tinted, so I couldn't see Christopher's expression inside. I didn't know if he felt sorry for Marlowe.

Once Marlowe moved her car, I ignored her and drove into the villa gates.

Marlowe followed closely behind, entering with me.

Since we were in the neighborhood, I drove slowly. As I was about to reach my villa, Marlowe suddenly sped up and blocked my car.

She parked, got out, and stood in front of my car, staring at me.

She wore high heels and a fitted dress, with a pretty face. When she showed a stubborn yet pitiful expression, it immediately created a dramatic scene where she was the persecuted heroine, and I was the villain.

Marlowe really knew how to act!

Since I was almost home, I didn't mind parking here and walking a few steps.

So, I got out of the car and walked home, ignoring her.

Marlowe was stunned for a moment, then chased after me in her high heels, calling my name, "Ms. Turner, wait! I need to talk to you."

She ran in her high heels, and the scene, combined with my earlier imagination of the heroine and villain relationship, made me wonder if she would accidentally fall, and then Christopher would appear to save her and scold me, the villain.

Christopher was the hero, and Marlowe would be the heroine. But I wasn't the villain.

I couldn't help but think, 'Could it be that accurate?' Just as I thought that, Marlowe really fell.

I stopped and looked back. Sure enough, Marlowe was on the ground, looking pitiful.

And Christopher's car seemed to be getting closer.

Well, just as I imagined.

Since that was the case, I let Christopher, the hero, continue the story. I wasn't going to play along, so I went home, ignoring the two of them.

I didn't expect that after changing into my home clothes and slippers, the doorbell rang.

I looked through the security camera and saw Marlowe's face outside.

She was furious, and even through the video and door, I could feel her anger.

I didn't open the door immediately, letting her wait for a while.

When the doorbell became impatient, I finally went to the door.

Marlowe's anger was mixed with urgency, "Melinda, you asked me to find you, and now you're avoiding me. Are you playing with me? Don't think you can do whatever you want just because Christopher supports you."

I was confused. What did she mean by Christopher supporting me? What did I do to make her misunderstand?

She was overthinking things. That was a problem! Or maybe she had a persecution complex!

I rolled my eyes. "Is this how you ask for help?"

Marlowe was taken aback, then squeezed out a few words, "You must be proud of yourself, tricking Paula to help you and fooling Christopher to protect you. But everyone has their bad days. Don't be too reckless, or you might fall hard."

"No need to worry. I'll give that advice back to you. Aren't you more capable, with good relationships with Mr. Collins and Mr. Cook?"

Marlowe's eyes flickered, then she replied, "I don't want to waste time talking nonsense with you! You said you had a way to deal with Yosef and Yasmin. What is it? Or were you just trying to make a fool of me?"

"Ms. Grey, has anyone ever told you that you have a persecution complex?"

Otherwise, why always thought the worst of people?

Marlowe's face turned sour, as if she remembered something unpleasant, and she even trembled slightly.

I was puzzled, but her past had nothing to do with me.

"Tell me, what will it take for you to help me? If it weren't for Jason being unreachable, do you think I'd need to come to you?" Even now, Marlowe was holding on to her pride.

I was surprised she couldn't reach Jason.

I knew Jason was busy, so I understood not being able to reach him sometimes, especially when we only had a professional relationship.

But wasn't Marlowe Jason's friend? He should have set special notifications for her.

I couldn't help but tease, "Really? Then why are you in such a hurry? Just wait for Jason to contact you when he's free."

I guessed Marlowe had tried to get Yosef and Yasmin to clear things up, but the results weren't satisfactory. With their greed, they would demand more and more, like a bottomless pit.

As a media person, Marlowe should have realized this.

I said she should wait for Jason on purpose.

After all, she had a bad attitude and thought I was easy to bully.

I had experienced rumors myself and knew how hard it was to clear them up.

And it was time-sensitive. If not dealt with quickly, people would form their own judgments, making it hard to change their minds later.

Seeing me about to go back inside, Marlowe finally got anxious.

She recognized the situation and softened her tone, sounding more like she was asking for help, "Melinda, don't go! Please, help me. I won't forget this favor. If you need help in the future, I'll do my best to help you."

Playing the emotional card or confronting me head-on, I preferred this approach. Mutual interests made relationships more stable.

She was cautious, adding, "But let's be clear, even if I help you in the future, it won't go against my principles. Please tell me quickly. My time is precious!"

Of course, it was precious. Every second, the rumors spread further. She had no time to wait.

I said, "As an editor and media person, you should know what people like to see. Yosef and Yasmin, with their preference for boys over girls, clinging to Quinlan like vampires, sucking her dry, and even wanting to eat her alive. This will resonate with many people. Netizens sympathize with the weak. If you handle it well, public opinion will be half solved!"