Rumor had it that he frequently encouraged Melissa to consume carrots.

Sophia stood in shock as Marcus forcefully slammed the door, nearly shattering it. However, it seemed this wasn't sufficient to release his anger. He retrieved his phone from his pocket and dialed Sylvia, who was in Duefron.

Late into the night, Sylvia, already in bed, received a call from her boss.

Despite the late hour, she didn't dare to ignore it and steeled herself to respond.

Marcus' cold voice issued instructions.

“I expect to see you before eight o'clock tomorrow morning.

Additionally, inform Sophia to leave. I have no desire to encounter her again.

Henceforth, I prohibit any rabbit-related items-be they clothing, food, or otherwise-from entering my sight. Female employees with the surname Brown are barred from the company, and individuals with the last name Brown will not be hired in the future."

A gulp escaped Sylvia.

The clock had already struck one in the morning. How could she make it to Warsew? Even driving would span five or six hours.

Furthermore, there were no flights to Warsew at this hour.

Contemplating her fat paychecks, Sylvia clenched her teeth and roused herself from bed.

Hastily donning her clothes, she affirmed, “Alright, Mr. Fowler, I'll be there promptly at eight tomorrow morning. I'll also ensure that in the future, you're spared any discomfort by screening out relevant personnel."

Eager to convey more, she found herself cut off as Marcus ended the call.

Sylvia eyed her phone, pondering the gravity of the situation and wondering what triggered Marcus' rage. Had he perhaps encountered Melissa?

Adorning her coat and retrieving the car key, she prepared to depart.

Her husband offered to drive her. She declined with a slight shake of her head. "You'll need to drive our child tomorrow morning. I'll handle this carefully."

At that moment, Sylvia vowed to purchase a million-dollar diamond ring by the end of the year, financed by the credit extended by Marcus.

Handling a man in the aftermath of a breakup was challenging, a burden she alone bore.

At eight o'clock in the morning in Warsew, Sylvia arrived at the hotel.