NovelOnlineChapter 2854 Sylvia gazed at the bedroom door, which was shut, yet there was a faintly sweet scent in the air.
"It's so intense," she remarked, setting down her bags to tidy up the room.
She then called someone to collect the food, and arranged a late-night snack for Marcus, scheduled for 9 p.
m.
delivery.
Just as Sylvia made all the arrangements and was about to leave, the bedroom door swung open.
Marcus emerged, looking invigorated.
Dressed in black casual trousers and a white shirt, he seemed remarkably unaffected by the indulgent day he had.
Unfazed by Sylvia's presence, he examined the bags she brought.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"These will be perfect for Melissa," he noted.
With a sigh, Sylvia advised, "Mr.
Fowler, maybe ease up on the indulgences a bit.
" Marcus gave her a brief, embarrassed look but soon responded nonchalantly, "Arrange for Melissa to leave her jobs.
After a few days in Warsew, I'll bring her back to Duefron.
And geta private plane the day after tomorrow; I'm not taking the company bus.
Sylvia wasn't surprised by his plans.
"Where will you be going in Warsew, Mr.
Fowler? Should I hire you a tour guide?" she asked, intrigued.
Marcus hesitated, his fingers pausing momentarily.
"No.
We're just staying at the hotel," he replied calmly.
Sylvia was momentarily at a loss for words.
His audacity was astounding.
But she quickly recomposed herself, smiling as she said, “Enjoy your trip, Mr.
Fowler.
" Marcus picked up on Sylvia's sarcasm but he was feeling pretty good at the moment.
Instead of arguing, he simply gestured for her to leave.
Sylvia headed downstairs and decided to grab dinner at the hotel restaurant.
As luck would have it, she bumped into scoworkers returning from a company trip. They occupied 20 tables on the restaurant's second floor.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe main gossip among the female staff was about why Marcus hadn't joined them today.
They cut their conversation short when they noticed Sylvia approaching. Curiosity soon got the better of them, and they couldn't resist asking about Marcus.
Sylvia, respecting Marcus' privacy, replied vaguely, "Mr.
Fowler isn't well.
He needs srest.
The thought of Marcus being sick sparked a buzz.
One of them, eager to gain favor with Marcus, suggested, "Maybe we m should send someone to check on Mr. Fowler?" Another, a hint of envy in her voice, commented, "I think Mr.
Fowler already has company.
That new secretary, what's her name, Brown? She resembles Melissa and e.I is always by his side. "1 "Yeah, she's probably taking care of him," agreed another.
Sylvia just smiled and stayed silent, sipping her drink and eating ather e own pace.
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