Upon departing the shopping mall, Melissa didn't head straight back to the company.

She visited another jewelry store and opted to sell the bracelet.

While acknowledging its beauty, she preferred to convert it into cash.

Despite having a decent salary, she was on her own and understood that she alone would be responsible for any unforeseen expenses or challenges.

This wasn't her first visit to the jewelry store.

The owner, straightforward as ever, offered her three hundred thousand for the bracelet.

As Melissa exited the store and approached her car, her attention was drawn to a white Bentley parked across the road, its window Lowered.

It was evident that the person inside the car was Marcus.

After a brief contemplation, she decided to enter the car directly.

Meanwhile, the driver Kevin spoke of something fun at work. Melissa listened with a smile, her amiable demeanor endearing her to everyone at the Waston Group.

Finally, wiping his face, Kevin expressed, “My eyes might be playing tricks with me, but I believe I spotted the Fowler Group's boss just now. His car was parked across the street."

Wearing a faint smile, Melissa remarked, "Well, it seems there's someone who bears a striking resemblance to him."

"Yes, you're right!"

Subsequently, Melissa paid little heed to the driver's further remarks, gazing out the window with a subdued demeanor.

Three years had passed, yet Marcus' presence still wielded influence over her.

Abruptly, the driver voiced his concern. “Miss Brown, that car has been tailing us relentlessly. Could they be aware of your delivery to Mr. Waston? Are they attempting to rob us?"

At the thought of it, Kevin appeared flustered.

Sensing his agitation, Melissa reassured him, “Relax. See, the occupant is the CEO of the Fowler Group. They wouldn't rob us.”

Her words left the driver dumbfounded.

Melissa's earlier certainty about the person not being Mr. Fowler now seemed premature.