Chapter 67: Gemma’s Final Move Cutting Off the Scumbag’s Power Source
The two of them stayed cozy all afternoon
Even though they hadn’t eaten all day, hunger wasn’t an issue–they were too energized.
But just as they were gearing up for their fifth round, she noticed Marcus freeze mid–action
Instinctively, she lowered her gaze and saw him opening a message. It was from Gemma
Curious, she tried to take a closer look
But Marcus abruptly stood up and walked toward the door.
At the doorway, he seemed to realize he was leaving Mabel belind, so he explained
“I need to make a call. I’ll be back soon.
Mabel clenched her teeth in frustration but kept her smile intact.
“Alright, come back soon!”
Marcus nodded and stepped out, his eyes returning to the phone
It was already after work hours.
Gemma’s message said she missed hi
She wrote that even if she couldn’t see him, just feeling the breeze he’d felt was mough to make her happy.
What a foolish woman.
She truly loved him deeply.
The call went through almost instantly
“Marcus, are you working overtime? I wanted to visit you, but today’s been so hectic, Gemma’s voice came through.
“Yeah, I’m in a board meeting, busy as usual. I couldn’t come to see you.” Marcus replied, a smirk playing on his lips.
It seemed the talk of divorce had genuinely scared her.
Even though she was the one who brought it ups
But once she understood the weight of the title “Mrs. Wilson,” she wouldn’t let it go so easily.
Now she was clinging to him.
Gemma’s voice turned a little hesitant. “I messed up on my first day as department head, didn’t P
Marcus, still feeling guilty about his “betrayal,” was unusually indulgent
“It’s fine. Whatever you mess up, I’ll take care of it.”
“Marcus, you’re the best, I’ll head back now
“To your rental place?”
“Yeah, I need to pack up and get ready to move back.”
After a pause, her voice sounded nervous,
“You… don’t want me to move back?”
“Nonsense.” Marcus’s tone softened, his patience surprising even himself. “Pack up properly. I’ll come pick you up myself.”
Gemma sounded genuinely happy.
“Okay, Marcus. Go finish your meeting. My cab just arrived.”
“Be careful. Text me when you’re home.”
“Will do. Don’t worry.”
Gemma hung up abruptly as her cab pulled up outside the Raven estate.
Chapter 67 Geniunt’s Final Move – Gunting Off the Scumbag’s Power Source
She stepped out, retched over a trash can a few times, and finally felt a bit better.
Duce, she’d longed for Marcus to say even a few words to her.
Now, she couldn’t stand the thought of it.
Even talking to him for our second made her physically sick.
After a long moment to compose herself, she slowly walked into the estate
Meanwhile, Marcus was left holding his phone, momentarily dazed.
Gemma hadn’t questioned where he was last night or why he hadn’t picked her up.
But he quickly brushed it off
Now that Gemma didn’t want a divorce, she was clearly trying to please him and get back to their sweeter days.
Small issues didn’t matter anymore.
Confident he had Gemma wrapped around his finger, he showed these thoughts aside.
The next day
Marcus left Mabel’s apartment and headed to the office, only to be swarmed by senior executives.
That’s when he learned just how big of a mess Gemma had caused
“How much did we lose?” he asked, seated in his office.
He wanted to call Gemma inmediately and give her an earful.
But with the executives waiting for orders, he had no time.
Suppressing his anger, he barked, “Why are you all staring? Speak!”
“Mr. Wilson, the pharmaceutical division lost 20 million,” one executive reported.
Marcus exhaled in relief.
It was just a stall amount
As the extremel Mrs. Wilson, she could afford to cover it.
But the executive sighed. “The studden incident also caused our stock to drop three points. The market’s about to open. If we don’t clarily soon, the losses will only grow
Marcus immediately took it seriously, instructing the PR team to prepare a live broadcast for him to address the issue personally.
The move successfully halted the stock’s decline, and within an hour of the market opening, there were signs of recovery.
Gemma timed her entrance perfectly, bringing him a cup of coffee.
The coller was instant, taken from the staff pantry.
“Max, I brewed this myself. It’s my first time making coffee–try it and let me know how it tastest
With the stock stabilized, Marcus was much calmer.
He took the cup, sipped it lightly, and nodded.
“Not bad.”
Gemma could barely contain her laughter.
This was the same man who used to insist on single–origin beans, traced back to their plantation.
Now he was drinking instant coffee from a questionably clean mug, and he thought it was fine?
How pretentious.
“Max, was my mistake really bad? Everyone’s avoiding me today.”
Marcus’s expression darkened. “I’ll have my assistant warn them.”
“No, no need,” Gemma said timidly, playing the part of the guilty party. “I just don’t want to trouble you.”
“It’s nothing–just a minor issue.” Marcus dismissed it entirely..
Chapter 67: Geinma’s Final Move – Curting Off the Scumbag’s Power Source
The pharmaceutical division was small.
Even if Gemma ran it into the ground, it wouldn’t bother him.
“That’s good to hear.”
Gemma seemed visibly relieved.
“Max, can I stay here and play some offline games on your computer? I don’t feel like going back to my department right now. I need a break.”
Marcus glanced at her tired face, her dark circles making it clear she hadn’t slept well last night.
Then he thought of how he’d spent the night in Mabel’s bed…
A pang of guilt made him soften.
He gestured for her to sit beside him.
“Gemma, about last night…”
“I know you’re busy,” she said, sitting down but carefully avoiding physical contact
Marcus brushed a strand of hair off her shoulder. “You’re not mad at me?”
“I didn’t understand before, but now that I work at Wilsons, I see how much you have to manage. You’re stretched so thin. I can’t be selfish and demand all your time
Max, as long as I can see you every day, I’m happy.”
Marcus was touched.
For a moment, it felt like the days when he’d been blind.
She’d been so understanding, always putting him first.
His gaze lingered on her damp eyes, rosy lips, and slender neck. His throat tightened.
He reached out, wanting to pull her into his arms and kiss her senseless
But just then, his assistant knocked.
“Mr. Wilson, the senior executive meeting is about to start.
The interruption shattered the moment. Frustrated, Marcus shot a glare at the door but got up anyway, handing her his laptop.
“If you don’t want to go back, stay here. Once the meeting’s over, I’ll take you out for lunch.”
“Okay.” Gemma beamed as she watched him leave.
As soon as the door shut, her smile vanished. She opened the laptop and, following the steps Cassius had taught her last night, found the Wilsons master key.