Within the Fowler residence, the servants had diligently assisted Marcus in packing.

Four sizable suitcases, brimming with clothes and accessories, awaited. Marcus, concluding his workday, returned to the villa.

Ascending the stairs, he spotted a servant ferrying suitcases into the Living room.

Noticing Marcus, the servant offered, “Mr. Fowler, check if there's anything else you typically use. I can prepare another suitcase if you wish to take more with you."

Marcus complied, entering the dressing room.

He swung open the wardrobe door and rifled through the accessories drawer.

Numerous accessories already found their place in the suitcase.

Yet his eyes caught the silent presence of the Patek Philippe watch nestled in its box.

The watch in question was the one Melissa had originally claimed.

Hadn't he gifted it to her? Why was it still in his possession?

Marcus took out the watch, contemplating it silently for an extended period of time. Despite briefly adorning it, he eventually removed it, sensing an incongruity.

As he contemplated, his phone interrupted his thoughts.

James, son of Roscoe and Vera, reached out to Marcus.

Despite the Figueroa family's lacking of major success in their business ventures, Marcus maintained a close relationship with their younger generation. Their parents’ friendship contributed to the young Figueroa children's relatively comfortable life.

Having been married for a while, James remained a cheerful and easy-going soul.

“Marcus, what's up? My dad mentioned your plan to mine in Livebop.

We've reserved a private space in the club and are waiting for you.

Tell me, are you joining us or not? Don't even think about refusing though. It's been ages since we last met."

Marcus nonchalantly placed the watch back, responding casually, “I'll be there."

James chuckled, cracking a few jokes, while Marcus just smiled faintly.