The Darling of the Paranoid Tycoon

“Divorce?” Marc's hand trembled as he lit a cigarette, and his face contorted in disgust. As he saw it, divorce was merely a bargaining chip that Molly used to

threaten him.

“If you want a divorce, so be it. Since you brought it up, | won’t explain anything to your parents. But you should go and talk to my parents. | hope you leave my family as soon as possible,” he said, stubbing out his cigarette.

He stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

Tears finally streamed down Molly’s cheeks.

Marc’s parents had treated her like their own daughter, which was the only solace she had after marrying Marc. They had always hoped for her to have a child with Marc, but n seemed that she was going to let them down. Marc's irritation hadn't subsided after he left the house.

He found it ridiculous that Molly proposed a divorce to him.

it

‘Who gives her the right? Does she think she could get married and divorced as she pleased?’ He thought. While he was still feeling annoyed, a luxurious Rolls-Royce Phantom parked steadily at the entrance.

Two unexpected guests stepped out of the car.

“Delbert? Harriet?” Marc was surprised.

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Delbert’s presence seemed to grace the Welch family’s villa..

This was Harriet's idea. Since their house was under renovation, why not take this opportunity to stay at the Welch’s? On one hand, she wanted to change Molly’s tragic fate, and on the other hand, she wanted to investigate Nora’s conspiracy.

Nora had suddenly become the general manager of the Munoz Group. It should be the result of an agreement Nora had agreed upon with

Clifton.

Harriet smelled a rat in it.

“There was a problem with our house, so we came to stay with you for a few days,” Delbert explained. After briefly greeting Marc, he led Harriet straight into the house.

“Wait!” Marc, who had just realized what was happening, immediately

chased after them.

He had just argued with Molly.

In the living room, Molly wiped away her tears and silently cleaned upContent (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

the mess.

“Beautiful lady, I’m here to have fun with you,” Harriet said happily at the sight of Molly.

She hopped her way toward Molly, ignoring Delbert’s attempts to stop her. He could only look at her indulgently. “Miss Munoz?” Molly was surprised to see Harriet and forgot to

conceal her emotions.

Harriet saw her red, swollen eyes and tear-stained, haggard face. Without a doubt, Molly had cried earlier.

And the cause was self-evident.

Pulling a long face, Harriet glared at Marc with a pointing finger.

“Did this bad guy bully you?” she asked Molly. “Don’t worry. I'll make it right for you!” “No, he didn’t bully me,” Molly responded, wiping away her tears.

She intended to stop Harriet, but Harriet had already marched aggressively toward Marc.

“Big villain, how dare you bully Molly? I’m going to teach you a lesson! Harriet said, wrinkling her nose and stepping hard on Marc’s shiny shoes.

Mare grunted in pain. “Ouch! Harriet, you’re so mean. How did Delbert end up betrothed to you?” “Marc, enough!” A voice devoid of emotion came from behind him. It sent a shiver

down Marc's spine and made his skin crawl.