His eyes twinkled as he looked ahead, “Yeah.”


    I was confused. “Why not call the police then?”


    “Idiot.” Mark chuckled. “Do you think the olddy celebrating her 80th birthday


    today would agree to me calling the cops? Sometimes, there are other ways


    to achieve the same result.”


    That statement was intriguingly profound.


    Surprised, I turned to Mark and smiled. “Mark, you’re different from the Mark I


    knew before.”


    “How so?” He paused, looking at me, “Or… do you not like this side of me?”


    “No way!” I immediately protested, praising him, “You’ve be sharper and


    more clever than the Mark I remember. I’m really impressed by how


    thoroughly you think things out.”


    In a situation like ours, we had no one to rely on but ourselves, especially


    since he was deep in the treacherous waters of the Larson family. Not being


    thorough was a recipe for disaster.


    He seemed momentarily stunned, his eyes lighting up. “Really?”


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    “Absolutely.” I nodded earnestly.


    Maybe it was just my imagination, but Mark seemed to have let out a silent


    sigh of relief, his tension easing considerably as if my question had made him


    nervous.


    When entering the Larson family’s banquet hall, I realized that the attendees


    weren’t just the upper ss of RiverCity but also some new faces.


    Mark got me some food from the buffet, saying, “I need to step out for a bit.


    You rx here, and call me if you need anything.”


    “Sure.” I smiled softly, epting the te of Western cuisine.


    The banquet hall buzzed with activity, and typically blending into the


    background, I found the perfect spot to enjoy some quiet.


    I was just there for the drama, but it still stung.


    Unexpectedly, without hesitation and quite proudly, Margaret tilted her chin


    up. “Yes, that’s me. What about it?”


    Probably, Margaret wasn’t used to these kinds of events, dressed to the nines


    in a V-neck gown that unted her figure and a high slit that offered glimpses


    of her thigh.


    “Divorce him.” Themand was clear in the rich girl’s tone.


    Margaret’s eyes widened. “What did you say?”