With a gracious smile, Melissa explained, “Yes, during my time at Fowler Group, Mr. Fowler and I had our differences. Leaving the company left me quite upset, but I imagine Mr. Fowler has long since forgotten those minor disputes. Such matters seem trivial to him, I'd presume,"

Violette quickly came to Marcus' defense, asserting, "Of course.

Marcus is anything but petty."

Albert, unable to contain his amusement at the exchange, laughed heartily.

It was hard to believe that Melissa, once seen as meek and gentle, had grown so assertive and independent. He looked at Marcus, his expression a mix of admiration and jest, "Mr. Fowler, you're fortunate. Melissa and I eagerly anticipate your wedding invitation."

Marcus' response was a disdainful snort as his demeanor shifted.

He fixed a steady gaze on Melissa, emphasizing each word, "Rest assured, Mr. Waston, Miss Brown, you'll receive your invitation in due time."

With a chuckle, Albert led Melissa away to mingle with the rest of the guests.

Left alone, Marcus emptied his glass of whisky in one gulp.

The liquor burned, its bitterness reminiscent of past memories. His eyes followed Melissa's departing figure, her image blending with memories of a more innocent time, creating a complex portrait of the woman she had become.

Meanwhile, Melissa appeared calm despite everything that had happened.

It was clear she had moved on from her history with Marcus, treating him as a chapter from her past. Upon encountering him again, her acknowledgment was nothing more than a polite nod, free from any lingering attachment.

As they bumped into each other later outside the restroom, the atmosphere shifted subtly.

Marcus, leaning casually against the wall with a cigarette in hand, watched Melissa emerge from the ladies' room, adjusting her dress with an effortless grace. Her gaze held a hint of warmth and allure, yet Marcus was aware of the strength she had cultivated over the years.

"When did you return to Duefron?" he asked, breaking the silence that hung between them. His voice carried a rough edge, betraying a mix of emotions.

Melissa paused, caught off guard, but then approached the sink with a practiced smile. As she washed her hands under the gleaming faucet, she replied without haste, "I've been back for two years."

Marcus watched her, his feelings a whirlwind of contradiction.

"Does Albert frequently include you in these gatherings?" he inquired, a hint of curiosity in his tone.

At his question, Melissa momentarily hesitated.

She shut off the water and faced him, her smile unwavering. "Is participating in social events a crime now? Or is it that you disapprove, Mr. Fowler? Remember, you were the one who deemed me unfit to join the Fowler family. Such questions are absurd. Besides... you have someone now- a beautiful and wealthy partner."