Sylvia intervened.

“Mr. Fowler, Melissa has been patiently waiting for you downstairs all day."

Marcus' body was subtly tensed. After a prolonged pause, he turned, inquiring with a cold tone, “What did you just say?"

Summoning her courage, Sylvia reiterated.

After an extended gaze at Sylvia, Marcus exited the office in silence.

Sylvia trailed behind him.

Sylvia's heart raced as she entered the elevator. No longer young, she struggled to endure the tension. Averse to witnessing the scene unfold, worry gripped her.

Marcus appeared troubled.

His gaze remained fixed on the descending red numbers on the elevator wall.

The elevator reached the first floor, yet Marcus avoided eye contact with Melissa.

Striding out, he made his way to the parking lot.

"Marcus."

A soft voice reached his ear.

Marcus gradually slowed his pace, eventually coming to a halt. He turned around, casting a cold glance at Melissa.

Clutching the takeout bag, Melissa felt a sense of unease.

Stepping forward, she positioned herself in front of him, her complexion pallid.

Marcus broke the silence, his gaze treating her as a stranger.

However, his words were directed at Sylvia. “This individual is no longer associated with me or the Fowler Group. Don't allow her entry moving forward."

Sylvia sighed heavily inside.

Before she could utter a word, Melissa spoke up.