As these thoughts swirled, the waiter served the Japanese dishes they ordered. Jaime, eager to make a good impression on Melissa, meticulously arranged the condiments for her. Marcus observed but didn't intervene.

Melissa then politely refused his help. “I can manage on my own.”

Just like Marcus had pointed out, she wasn't really a fan of Japanese cuisine and therefore ate with reservation, while Marcus, without hesitation, finished what she left behind. Melissa watched him, her feelings mixed. Given their past, wasn't his action crossing a line?

She knew that Marcus was no fan of Japanese food either.

Jaime's disappointment was palpable, though his father offered a silent gesture of support.

The dinner, now overshadowed by Marcus’ presence, concluded sooner than expected.

Melissa faced a dilemma regarding Alan's proposition.

In the car, her secretary couldn't hide her frustration. "Shouldn't we look for another investor? Alan's demands are unreasonable; he wants too much!"

Melissa remained silent for a moment before responding softly, “After careful consideration, Alan remains our best option. We cannot afford to pass up this chance."

The secretary expressed doubt, prompting Melissa to explain further.

"Alan recognizes the project's value. His success in amassing a billion-dollar fortune is no small feat; he wouldn't let personal matters interfere. For the project's future financial gains alone, he would likely stick to it."

The secretary expressed admiration, "Miss Brown, your dedication is remarkable!"

Just as they were about to drive away, Thomas made an unexpected appearance, forgoing formalities to open the car door. "Join me for a cup of tea, just the two of us," he proposed to Melissa, who glanced up at him, leaving the secretary momentarily speechless.

Melissa then responded with a quiet, "Okay."

She had hoped to keep her distance from the Smith family, yet their insistence, now seemingly in collaboration with Alan, compelled her to seek clarity on certain matters.

Exiting the car, she followed Thomas into the club's grand lobby.

Marcus was there, appearing slightly unsettled from his drink, lounging on a sofa. At the sound of their approach, Likely recognizing Melissa's footsteps, he opened his eyes.

Thomas, respecting Marcus' status, approached him with humility.

"Marcus, I'll be taking Melissa for tea. We won't be long," he explained, his tone respectful.

Melissa remained silent, observing the exchange.