The private room fell silent. No one dared to make a sound.

It was the first time they had seen Marcus go crazy over a woman.

“Sorry, I lost my cool for a second." Marcus stood up, emotionless.

"I'll invite you all to dinner once I come back from Livebop. I'm leaving now."

James tried to stop Marcus, but failed.

Afraid that something bad would happen, he gave Jessie a look. Jessie understood and walked over to Marcus, saying softly, “Marcus, you're drunk. I have a driver. Let me send you back."

Marcus had already walked to the door.

Jessie was gentle around Marcus. In fact, given her status, there was no need to please a man like this.

But she liked him.

And she made it obvious, because she knew that if she continued to be reserved, she'd have no chance with him.

Obviously, the woman named Melissa had left a huge mark on Marcus.

Marcus wasn't an inexperienced man; he knew that whenever a woman said that she wanted to send a man home, she actually wanted to spend the night with him.

Given Jessie's identity, Marcus would probably have to take responsibility if he agreed to take her home.

Leaning against the wall, he lit a cigarette and silently surveyed the woman in front of him.

After a while, he acquiesced. “Let's go."

He figured it wouldn't hurt to at least try things with Jessie.

After all, they had grown up together; maybe he'd realize that they were right for each other all along if they gave it a shot.

Jessie smiled triumphantly.

With her arm wrapped around Marcus', she said goodbye to James and the others. She acted as though she was already his woman, which made James and the others sigh to themselves; Melissa ended up being Jessie's wing-woman.

Normally, Marcus wouldn't be so easy to land.