**
Jean Grant decided to stop using her phone. Ten bodyguards escorted her whenever she went out, but despite this, packages from Marlon Marshall kept arriving at her house all afternoon.
She had no choice but to call him again.
"Let's meet," Jean Grant said, her face expressionless.
He quickly agreed on the other end of the line.
The meeting place was a motel in a small alley.
When Jean Grant arrived in disguise, Marlon Marshall was already sprawled on the bed like a king, smoking opium and humming a tune, looking utterly content.
She locked the door from the inside.
She forced a laugh. "Marlon, stop this now. Stop clinging to me. You've already ruined half my life, don't ruin the rest of it."
He sat up and pulled her into his arms. "I ruined you? Didn't you ruin me too? Jean Grant, I'm going to stick by your side until the day Nicholas Ainsworth dumps you. If I can't be happy, you don't get to be happy either."
Jean Grant sneered inwardly, her eyes turning cold and dark.
