But despite her resolve, she found herself unable to resist glancing his way.

Marcus had moved to the smoking area. He leaned on the back of a sofa as he smoked, looking so hot.

He gazed in Melissa's direction with deep eyes.

There was a mix of mockery and indifference in his eyes.

Soon after, a petite, secretary-like woman approached him and said softly, "Mr. Fowler, your presidential suite is ready. It spans 700 square meters. I'll be staying in the outermost room."

Marcus extinguished his cigarette and remained silent.

As he strode forward, a voice from behind called out, “Miss Brown."

Melissa was suddenly shocked... However, when she looked up, she saw the petite secretary responding to the call.

It turned out the secretary also bore the last name Brown.

Marcus wanted to send a message to Melissa that she had been replaced and meant little to him now...

Marcus stepped into the elevator.

Sophia followed him and was about to say something. But Marcus pressed the elevator button and said coldly, "Get yourself a different room. I don't share living space with my secretary."

Marcus' gaze was distant and detached.

He seemed unapproachable, leaving Sophia, who trailed behind him, completely taken aback.

She couldn't help but reflect on the recent events.

Marcus' eyes landed on the girl who had dropped the plates in the cafe. In his gaze, there was a mix of tenderness, longing, nostalgia, and unmistakably, a hint of hatred.

Sophia recognized that girl.

Or, it could be more accurate to say Sophia was familiar with her story.

Melissa was a well-known figure in the Fowler Group, rumored to captivate Marcus effortlessly.

Sophia had joined the Fowler Group with a specific goal in mind.