Second Chance: Marrying into Wealth Chapter 90

As soon as I finished speaking, I felt the temperature inside the car drop instantly, chilling me to the bone.

Christopher said coldly and mercilessly, "He doesn't deserve any pity! Melinda, has your brain gone bad again? Now you're feeling sorry for a jerk like Lawrence, who has even harmed you."

Paula surprisingly nodded in agreement and even patted my head, "Melinda, don't be too kind at a time like this. Haven't you suffered enough from that bad man Lawrence? I feel like opening up your head to see what's inside."

Listening to their criticism, I didn't get angry.

I knew they misunderstood because they cared about me.

I pulled down Paula's hand from my head and smiled.

Christopher snorted, "You're so foolish, and you can still smile!"

I fell silent, instinctively tightening my lips.

Exactly!

Christopher, such a handsome guy, just had to open his mouth.

When I felt their emotions had calmed down a bit, I explained, "You misunderstood. I'm not overflowing with sympathy or planning to forgive him."

Both of them looked at me simultaneously.

I continued, "I'm purely mocking Lawrence. Despite all his scheming and efforts to gain benefits for his family, he ended up with nothing. His family doesn't even care about him. Isn't he pitiful? He probably doesn't even realize how pitiful he is. Such people are the most pathetic, but I don't sympathize with him. This isn't a reason to forgive him for what he did to me."

Paula breathed a sigh of relief.

Christopher said in a low voice, "It's good that you understand."

Soon, the car arrived at the police station.

We went to give our statements, and the surveillance videos were handed over to the police. We acted in self-defense, and since the Phillips family had more people, no serious harm was done to them. After recording our statements, we were allowed to leave.

Logically, Christopher was busy with work.

He was supposed to drop me off quickly, but now he had been delayed. So, I intended not to bother Christopher any further.

"Thank you for today. Didn't you say you had a busy meeting? We won't bother you anymore. Paula and I will take a cab back. You can go ahead."

I spoke considerately.

Christopher pursed his lips, but it was clear he was unhappy.

I was puzzled.

Could it be that we really delayed his meeting?

Paula, however, took the initiative to say, "Mr. Collins, if you're not busy right now, would you honor us with your company for a meal? You know, having a meal with Mr. Collins is such a rare opportunity. Back in school, I heard many girls wanted to have a meal with you. After you graduated, you became a legend at school. Everyone hoped for a chance to have lunch with you. Can we get in line now?"

Paula was really straightforward with her compliments.

The key was that she wasn't annoying and didn't seem to be flattering on purpose. She was very sincere.

I secretly tugged at Paula's sleeve and whispered in her ear, "Didn't I just say he's busy? We've already delayed him enough."

"Sure!" Christopher had already responded.

I was surprised by Christopher's answer.

In my impression, Christopher was always aloof and somewhat intimidating. Few people could get close to him.

This added a layer of mystery to his already excellent qualities and achievements, making many people at school want to interview him and dig for more information.

At that time, several senior students from the school news department wanted to interview him.

But Christopher refused them all.

When I first entered college, I accidentally joined the news department and heard many senior students and the department head talk about how difficult it was to interview Christopher.

And that year, Christopher was about to graduate, so it was probably the last chance.

The senior students were determined to seize this opportunity, especially since Christopher's experiments had yielded great results, boosting his popularity.

The department head decided to take us to try our luck, and unexpectedly, Christopher agreed to the interview.

I remember the most impressive question was when the department head asked, "Mr. Collins, you're so mysterious and solitary. Do you have any friends who meet your standards?"

Christopher was really cold, "Friends? I don't need any!"

I was nervous and couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Collins, the school has always wanted to interview you, but you refused. Why did you agree this time?"

At that time, I didn't really understand interviews and asked out of curiosity.

Christopher just glanced at me and casually said, "Maybe because I'm in a good mood today."

I felt something was off when I heard that.

But everyone was happy because Christopher, who was usually aloof, agreed to the interview, even if it was just because he was in a good mood. It was still an achievement for them.

It was also their good luck.

Later, when the report was published, the view count skyrocketed, showing how popular Christopher was.

Paula winked at me and then smiled, "That's great."

I looked at Christopher with slight embarrassment, "Didn't you say you had a meeting?"

Christopher looked at me steadily, "No matter how busy I am, I still need to eat."

Paula immediately chimed in, "Yes, Mr. Collins, we're thrilled to have you. I recently found a great private kitchen with a nice and quiet environment."

Then, Paula treated us to the private kitchen she mentioned.

Paula, who loved food, always found the best places, and she quickly became familiar with the owner. The owner recognized Paula at a glance and arranged a very private room for us.

The food was served quickly.

The dishes suited our tastes, and I ate more than usual.

To enjoy the rare leisure, Paula ordered some wine.

I thought, since Christopher had helped me a lot, I should toast him with the first glass, "Christopher, this glass is for you. Thank you for all your help. All my gratitude is in this toast."

Then, I boldly drank it all in one go.

Christopher couldn't stop me in time.

Since I toasted Christopher, Paula naturally couldn't be left out.

Maybe my bold drinking set the mood, and Paula and Christopher also drank quite a bit.

Drinking makes it easier to start conversations and relax.

Paula spoke first, "Mr. Collins, thank you for helping my friend Melinda so many times. I toast to you."

Uh, the conversation starter I imagined, well, Paula started it with a toast.

Christopher didn't refuse and drank another glass.

I saw Paula's head wobble, indicating the alcohol was kicking in. She patted my shoulder and said earnestly, "Melinda, because of that bad man Lawrence, you gave up working after graduating from such a good program. You missed out on seeing the outside world and got deceived by Lawrence.

What are your plans once this matter is completely resolved?"