Chapter 617

Chapter 617:
Tears blurred her vision, streaming down her cheeks.
While Doreen lay in the hospital, Clara had been making a scene at the Walsh villa—storming over repeatedly to confront Jazlyn and Marc.
She shrieked at the gates, “Your son messed with my daughter and now she’s in the hospital! And you think you can just walk away from this? You owe her!”
Clara didn’t care about Doreen’s dignity. She only wanted a payout.
Naturally, the whole thing blew up. It spread like wildfire across the city, even going viral online.
When Sharon brought it up over the phone, Stella—still busy in the lab—responded flatly, “Got it.”
She couldn’t care less about the mess between Marc and Doreen. All she wanted was to focus on her research. Frankly, knowing both of them, she wasn’t surprised things had ended this way.
Sharon agreed, then added cheerfully, “Let’s go out for dinner tonight, okay?”
That evening, the two of them shared a meal at a breezy restaurant patio.
As they chatted over dinner, Sharon propped her chin on her hand and gave Stella a look. “Y’know, there’s a bunch of people online talking about Marc. Everyone’s saying he got what was coming to him and that the Walsh Group is doomed. Are you… even a little upset?”
After all, Stella had poured a lot into that company. She’d practically built it from the ground up—mentoring staff, forging partnerships, laying the foundation. If the Walsh Group did go under, it’d be like watching something she’d raised fall apart.
Stella paused. Then, calmly, she said, “Sure, I helped build the Walsh Group—but it still carries the Walsh name. And it’s Marc who couldn’t keep it afloat.”
Seeing how detached Stella was, Sharon stopped worrying.
As they wrapped up dinner and Sharon headed to the counter to pay, a familiar figure stepped out of a nearby private room.
Marc.
And right behind him, Doreen came rushing out, trying to grab his arm.
Sharon’s lips widened into a grin. Ooh, this was going to be fun. She leaned back quietly and enjoyed the show from a distance.
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“Marc, you can’t treat me like this. My feelings for you are real! Can’t you see that? We’re both at rock bottom right now. Shouldn’t we be helping each other?”
Marc let out a sharp, mocking laugh, like she’d just told the world’s most ridiculous joke. “Help each other? You’re just a broke student with a gambling addict for a mother. What the hell do you have to offer me?”
The Walsh Group’s stock had been tanking ever since Doreen and her mother stirred up drama. Honestly, if it wasn’t for the risk of prison time, Marc would’ve gotten rid of her already.
He thought she’d be smart enough to stay far away after everything that had gone down, but here she was again—boldly chasing him into a restaurant, babbling like a fool.
“No! I can help you, I swear I can!” Doreen blurted, scrambling for a lifeline.
The whole mess with Marc had blown up so badly that her school got wind of it, and now they were asking her to withdraw. No degree meant no future. Marc was her only way out.
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