Then she said with a professional smile, "Miss Finch, your dress is truly beautiful. I think it suits you well. Anyway... Mr. Fowler, I have some other work to attend to. I'll leave you two to your business."

With that, she turned and left after giving them a polite bow.

As Marcus watched her retreating figure, he couldn't help but swallow.

At this point, Violette leaned closer to him and whispered, “She looks really good! She seems smart and capable too. Marcus, won't you find me dull in comparison?"

Marcus quickly turned his eyes away from Melissa when he heard this.

Sitting on the nearby sofa, he grabbed an art catalog and began flipping through it as he replied in an indifferent tone, “I prefer someone that's a bit more simple."

Violette couldn't help but feel delighted and a bit shy too.

She sat beside him and quietly asked what he was looking at. But Marcus asked her, "Aren't you supposed to be trying on dresses? Why not go and try a few more?"

Exactly. In fact, she had seen several lovely ones that she really Likes.

Happy and satisfied, she skipped off, leaving Marcus seated alone on the sofa. But when she had gone far enough, he let go of the catalog.

Then he pulled out another cigarette from his pocket and tried to Light it.

But his fingers were trembling. Hence, the lighter failed several times. At the end, he sighed and tossed the cigarette aside.

Seeing Melissa had shaken him.

He pulled out his phone and called Albert. He was no fool. It didn't take him long to figure out that Albert had intentionally come to meet him at the airport.

Apparently, Melissa had been working by his side all along.

There could be no other Mr. Waston in Duefron that had many female companions; except for Albert.

"Marcus, this call is two years late!" Albert chuckled when he heard what Marcus had to say. "Hey, do men become a bit foolish when they fall in love? Otherwise, knowing how intelligent you are, you would have returned to Duefron within a month after that incident at the airport. But you didn't. Why now? Have you encountered her now? Let me, with my wisdom and experience, tell you something-It's too late!"

“Uncle Albert, you really care about me," Marcus growled in bitter sarcasm through gritted teeth.

"It should go both ways!" Albert chuckled. "Compared to your dear father, I'm not even one-thousandth as kind! I once tried to give you a chance; but you didn't take it. How can you blame me now?"

At this point, Marcus immediately hung up the phone.