To Sylvia, he casually remarked, "Cater to her needs, if she has any."

With that, he strode out, sparing Melissa not a single backward glance.

In the quiet hall of the Fowler Group, a heavy silence reigned. The unspoken truth was clear to all: Melissa and Marcus were really done.

The female staff, once envious, now somehow felt sorry for Melissa.

After a prolonged silence, Sylvia softly broke the stillness.

"You haven't eaten, have you? Let's go for dinner," she whispered.

Melissa merely shook her head in response.

Gazing at the discarded sushi in the trash can, Melissa's thoughts drifted. Sylvia's voice broke her reverie. "Mr. Fowler's still angry, hence the harsh words. Talk to him later, Melissa.”

Tears choked Melissa's voice as she whispered an agreement.

“I'm leaving now," she murmured.

Sylvia made a move to stop her, but Melissa was quick, vanishing from her sight in moments.

Sylvia lingered, the atmosphere gradually lightening around her.

Employees were leaving, some gossiping, others speculating about Marcus and Melissa's relationship.

Sylvia surveyed the scene, her voice firm. “Want to lose your jobs?

Mr. Fowler's anger today could turn to endearments tomorrow.”

A dissenting voice argued, “That's not possible. He's done with her."

Sylvia's cold glance, silenced further comments.

Meanwhile, Marcus drove, the cool evening breeze streaming through his rolled-down window.

The setting sun cast a warm glow on his face, highlighting his handsome features.

He tried to distract himself from thoughts of Melissa, turning on the stereo, but memories of their time in Warsew persisted, both bitter and sweet.