Ocean.co, Evan turned an unpredictable face towards Marco. The man blinked a few times, unable to make an expression as hard as before. He knew what company Ocean.co was that Jones was talking about, and now he was standing before him after making a big deal out of it. Now, Evan has lost his own words.And Stefani, who had never been in business during her marriage to Marco, certainly didn't know what company they were discussing. She kept a fierce face with knitted eyebrows and bulging eyes, "So what if he's from Ocean.co? That doesn't change the fact that he's a poor man, and he has successfully deceived you!"Stefani barked loudly, pointing at Marco with her finger, now decorated with red polish. She was so upset that she wanted to scream at the top of her lungs. Her ex-husband was working a low-paying job, and now he was sweeping people off their feet, leaving her to endure the shame. For Stefani, Marco has to take responsibility for his mess. Let's see, Stefani will make it so th
In the afternoon, Marco enjoyed chamomile tea with a croissant at a nearby café. Julius observed the quiet surroundings. People seemed to be busy with their own business. No one was acting strangely by scrutinizing the appearance of others. They were enjoying their leisure time in the afternoon with the sound of soft music filling the cafe.Marco was sipping his tea when a call came into his cell phone. The man picked it up casually, waiting for Will to speak, "Master, we've gotten Evan and caught him trying to escape."Marco nodded, then went back to sipping his tea with relish. He listened to Will's every word on his cell phone, "And Stefani is now in jail on charges of libel, theft, and disturbing the peace. They have both been apprehended and will no longer be able to bother you."Marco cleared his throat, setting his teacup on the table so quietly that it didn't make the slightest clinking sound. The man gazed out the window, where several cafes and accessory shops were bustling
Hearing Marco's answer, Lily, Otto's wife, snorted quite loudly. She rolled her eyeballs and responded with a very sarcastic remark, "Ah, just that much? It's so small." Actually, Lily thought that Marco owed her husband a large debt. But, when she heard it was only a hundred and fifty dollars, she could only snort again. Even so, she tried to think happily because if Marco returned twice as much, she would receive three hundred dollars.Even though Marco was here for a good cause, Lily still couldn't look at him kindly. She was still frowning and scowling, not wanting to be nicer to her husband's guest.Otto smiled a little. The man with cropped hair and a thin mustache under his nose cleared his throat, "Marco, let's go in first. We can talk inside." He was such a different person from his cynical wife. Otto would always treat his guests with kindness and hospitality.Hearing Otto inviting Marco to come in, Lily immediately blocked him by spreading her hands, "No! No, you can talk o
After accusing Marco of just showing off and being a rich ass, Lily still gave him a sardonic look. She also did not change her stance of not allowing Marco and her husband to talk inside the house. Until now, they were still standing in front of the door. Marco, who did not take Lily's words at face value, of course replied in a very calm voice, "It was my own wish to do so." After all, there is nothing more valuable than help in such a difficult time. No one trusted Marco because of his status as a hitchhiking son-in-law. And Otto, with open arms, helped him. Even though at that time, Otto was also not among the ranks of people who lived well.Otto looked uncomfortable, the man looked at Marco with an uncomfortable look. Then, Otto let out a long sigh, the amount Marco gave was too much for him. Not just one or two times, but Marco even returned it ten thousand times more than the original amount. This felt excessive, "Marco, you're too kind. This money is too much."Hearing Otto's
Twenty-four hours have passed. The sun had risen, and it was now two o'clock in the afternoon. The time when the workers were taking their lunch break. And just then, Marco's cell phone rang. Otto's name flashed on the screen, and Marco immediately answered the call, "Yes, Otto."A faint rustling sound heard, Otto seemed to be walking somewhere and crossed paths with several people the man knew. There were sounds of greetings and small laughter, until then it was silent, because Otto had reached a quieter place. Otto cleared his throat, "Marco, I've entered my new workplace."The man was silent for a while but took a deep breath and said, "Thank you so much for helping me get this job. Now, I can work in a much quieter place and not full of fraud like the old one."Marco listened quietly. He nodded with his hands still busy checking some work in front of his laptop, "No problem, you deserve it." Even so, Marco did not lose concentration with what he was doing now. On the other side,
The man, Norman, laughed out loud. The insults he hurled at Marco felt very ticklish in his stomach. In Norman's view, Marco was like a clown trying to pull a prank to cheer up his hot day.Marco just stared Norman flat in the face, and said what was really going on, "No one told me to, I came to buy for myself." Norman snorted, chuckling with a dismissive squint in his eyes. He stared at Marco's appearance from head to toe. He shook his head in disbelief, "Then whose money did you use?"Norman walked over, shaking his head with his annoying face, "I know it was my cousin's money. You're just a shameless man who can only ask women."Norman smiled broadly, half giggling amusedly, "Already only asking, never giving, your work is unclear, odd jobs, garbage man. You're poor and shameful. I doubt you could even buy half of the coffee sold here."Marco looked so calm, yet his eyes were so biased and cold. He looked at Norman in a way that Norman had never seen in Stefani's husband. For a m
Norman had contacted a man who was one of the house sellers in the area he wanted. With a bright face and a confident expression, he met Ben in a small office devoted to marketing the elite housing estate. Now, all three of them sat quietly on chairs.Norman smiled broadly, "We've already talked about this. I'll buy a unit for five million dollars like you said last time. And I'm sure you won't forget to keep one for me."Marco listened to Norman's words, which sounded so confident. The man looked so happy and occasionally glanced at Marco mockingly. Five million dollars was an extraordinary sum. And Norman was sure that the now silent Marco must be guessing how high the pile of dollars would be if carried in cash.But Norman's guess was wrong. Because now, Marco folded his legs and said to himself, "Isn't five million dollars the cheapest house?" The tone was very casual, but it ignited the anger in Norman's short-tempered chest.Norman glared, "How arrogant! You can't even afford a
Norman really couldn't accept this. He stood up from his chair and looked at Marco fiercely, "I can't do this! So many irregularities are happening, and you must have deceived me!"Norman rubbed his face roughly, "No matter how often I think about it, it doesn't make sense. You're just a casual worker, and Stefani has also kicked you out. That means you must have very little money." He snorted harshly, feeling a headache as this was beyond her expectations. Marco couldn't own the most luxurious unit, as the price was fantastic. Even Normah is convinced Marco can't afford even the cheapest house.Marco folded his hands and leaned back on the chair, "You met the seller of the house you promised yesterday. Doesn't he have a high position?"Norman gave Marco an annoyed glance. He wouldn't stare at the man because it would only make him angrier. Then, he heard Marco, who, as it turned out, was challenging him, "If you don't believe me, why don't you call the higher-ups? Don't you think he'