Second Chance: Marrying into Wealth Chapter 200

After reading Marlowe's background, I gotta say, it fit the heroine's story perfectly.

Her resilience and strength had definitely made me see her in a new light.

Could it be that Christopher admired her and developed feelings for her because he knew about her past?

Thinking back, Marlowe's disdain for me probably came from the fact that I had a much easier life compared to her.

If she asked me for information next time, I would try to cooperate with her out of respect for her tenacity.

The suffering she had endured these past days could be seen as punishment for her scheming against Quinlan. It was enough.

However, before Marlowe could approach me, Yosef and Yasmin made their move.

They took advantage of the public's sympathy and decided to escalate the situation further.

Yosef registered an account and posted a video online.

In the video, Yosef and Yasmin were sitting in a shabby motel room. In front of them was a single bowl of thin porridge, and each of them held a sandwich.

They took turns eating a bite of the sandwich and drinking from the bowl of porridge. Their clothes were old, with patches on the sleeves.

The camera zoomed in, showing their cracked, blackened hands, resembling those of someone who had done years of hard labor in the fields, now split open in the cold.

This short, silent video, lasting only a few seconds, starkly contrasted their misery with Marlowe's current refined lifestyle.

I remembered when my parents passed away, and they attended the funeral, their hands were smooth and clean, completely different from now.

It hadn't been that long, and I didn't believe they suddenly decided to do hard labor and ended up like this. The hands in the video suggested years of labor.

In short, Yosef and Yasmin posted the video to gain sympathy from the public and pressure Marlowe into giving them a substantial amount of money.

As expected, the video caused an uproar online. The public sentiment, which had just started to calm down, surged again, dominating the trending topics.

Marlowe had a personal account, and before she could disable it, it was flooded with hateful messages, forcing her to turn off comments.

But while she could manage her own account, she couldn't control the company's account.

With the print industry struggling, the magazine also operated an online account to stay afloat. Unable to vent on Marlowe's account, netizens flocked to Echo Magazine's account to leave comments.

[Someone like her, unfaithful and ungrateful, doesn't deserve to be a media person. The company should fire her, or else it's just as bad as she is.]

[Marlowe, apologize to your parents immediately. Your parents are eating porridge and sandwiches, having raised you with great effort, while you wear designer clothes and eat lavish meals. Get on your knees and apologize.]

[If the magazine doesn't fire Marlowe, we should all boycott Echo Magazine. With such a heartless editor-in-chief, the magazine will never succeed.]

In essence, they were forcing the magazine to make a decision.

No matter how much the higher-ups valued Marlowe before, now that Echo Magazine's survival was at stake, they would likely heed the public's demands and let her go.

I wondered how Marlowe was handling this. She was probably both angry and anxious.

She called me sooner than I expected.

As soon as I answered, Marlowe's urgent voice came through, "Send me the information you prepared."

"Sure, I'll send it to your email right after this call," I replied promptly, which seemed to make Marlowe uncomfortable.

She couldn't help but ask coldly, "Have you been waiting to see me in trouble, knowing I'd come to you eventually?"

"You're overthinking it. Ever since I saw Quinlan again, I've wanted to help her break free from Yosef and Yasmin. I just hadn't found the right opportunity. Now that the timing is better, I won't miss this chance. I collected and organized this information when I decided to help her."

"You're so straightforward this time. Aren't you afraid I might have other plans or schemes?" Marlowe paused before responding.

I raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "So, do you?"

Marlowe was silent, which was answer enough.

Of course, I knew this would be the outcome. I continued, "I know you won't. Although Quinlan benefits the most from this, it's also the best choice for your current situation. If you alter or deliberately omit any content, it will only harm you. Besides, how do you know I haven't prepared a backup plan?"

They said life was like a game of chess, where one must think at least three moves ahead. I learned this from working with Christopher.

Of course, I didn't have his skills. He probably thought ten moves ahead, always in control.

Paula was right. Working with Christopher had been incredibly beneficial. Even though I hadn't been with him long, I felt like I had developed a knack for business.

Marlowe, perhaps provoked by my confidence, couldn't help but retort, "You seem quite capable now, able to manipulate people. How did you get played by Lawrence back then?"

I was speechless. If I could reach through the phone, I'd give her a piece of my mind.

One shouldn't hit someone when they were down and expose their weaknesses. But she went straight for my sore spot.

"Ms. Grey, don't push me to turn against you while we're cooperating!" I couldn't help but warn her coldly.

"Who wants to talk about your mess? Besides, isn't it the truth? When did you become so sensitive? I'm hanging up. Remember to send me the information!"Marlowe's words were harsh, but she knew she needed my help, so she didn't push too far.

Her mention of Lawrence reminded me that I haven't paid much attention to his news lately.

Just a few days ago, I learned that Lawrence had been sentenced to death and would be executed soon. He signed an organ donation agreement, but whether it was genuine remorse or something else, I didn't care anymore.

Because what he took from me could never be replaced. His decisions, which might bring him peace, couldn't change my hatred.

Time was a great healer. Though the hatred remained, as time passed, I thought of him and those painful memories less and less. Maybe one day, they would fade away completely.

The information about Quinlan was collected with good intentions to help her. But as the person involved, Marlowe would likely publish it as quickly as possible.

Out of respect, I called Quinlan to inform her.

Quinlan was still the kind, gentle girl she always was.

She listened to me and expressed her gratitude, "Melinda, I know you're doing this for me. Thank you. It must have taken a lot of effort to get Marlowe to agree to publish it."