Albert emerged from the vehicle and approached Marcus.

This time, Albert spoke politely, addressing Marcus. "Marcus, I'll take my girlfriend home. Would you mind giving Melissa a ride? Oh, I forgot you have your girlfriend with you. It wouldn't be convenient."

Albert feigned troubled. "Melissa, it's chilly tonight. How about I call you a Uber?"

Melissa didn't expect Albert to say these to Marcus.

She immediately smiled. "I'm good. I can..."

Before she could finish, Marcus interjected, his tone gentle yet compelling. "Get in the car." His tone carried a gentle air, yet beneath it lay an undeniable force, compelling and impossible to resist.

Melissa, slightly stunned, remembered seeing Marcus adopt such a demeanor during their professional interactions, but it was unusual in private.

Just as Melissa was sighing with emotion, Violette reached out and gently took hold of her arm, her sweet smile radiating warmth. “It would be our pleasure to assist Uncle Albert."

Albert, with a mature charm, remarked, “It's not proper for a young lady to make decisions for a man before she's married to him."

Blushing, Violette glanced at Marcus, who maintained his poker face.

Eventually, Melissa reluctantly complied and entered Marcus' car, surprised to find Ross behind the wheel.

Ross gasped in surprise at the sight of Melissa entering the car, followed by Marcus. The vehicle, a luxurious and expansive Lengthened black limo, exuded an aura of grandeur. Marcus retrieved a bottle of red wine and two glasses from the mini-fridge, pouring half a glass for Melissa. He then turned to Ross and remarked, "She's Albert's secretary."

Ross gasped once more, his understanding evident as he remarked, “Ah, that explains it."

Ross discreetly glanced at Melissa.

Melissa hesitated to accept the wine. She saw no reason to indulge in alcohol with Marcus present.

Appearing to anticipate Melissa's thoughts, Marcus offered a faint smile and remarked, "Violette doesn't drink red wine."

Marcus explained in an intimate tone.

Violette, with a flushed face, retorted softly, "Who said I don't drink?"

She took the glass from Marcus, taking a sip provocatively. Marcus, displaying patience, allowed Violette to have her way.

Melissa knew he did it on purpose.