"You said that I wanted to play up to someone else. Who did I play up to? It's all thanks to you that I'm able to work here. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been able to come into contact with this at all. How would I have known that Gemma had set me up? I just felt that it was my job, and I wanted to make money. That's all." Beryl didn't want others to misunderstand her. She wouldn't admit to what she hadn't done.
"Thanks to me?" Marcellus laughed. "I said you can leave. You asked to stay."
"Yes, it's me." Beryl raised her head and looked over. "That's because I need money. Is it wrong for me to make money through work!"
The girl's sonorous voice echoed in his ears, full of grievance and inexplicable tenacity. Even Marcellus felt that he had done something wrong.
But on second thought, what did it have to do with him? Whether she was bullied or stayed had nothing to do with him.
Marcellus felt that he must be crazy to have the mood to meddle in other people's affairs, not to mention that she was a woman who had a grudge against him. In the past, not only would he not care, but he would also happily watch her suffer.
He had really changed. He had become kind.
But why?
Only God knew how furious he was when he walked into the private room and saw Beryl being bullied. He wished he could castrate those two men as if they were his own things and be offended by others.
Not only that but what was even more terrifying was that when he saw Beryl crying, he could not say anything unpleasant. He was not a person who cared about women!
Just like how he felt after he left the wedding banquet that day, that inexplicable frustration came back again; he didn't say anything else. Instead, he started the car and drove toward the main road.
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