Chapter 4

After a while, Malcolm withdrew his gaze and walked over elegantly.

Sitting in the car, he leaned back in his seat. He slightly narrowed his eyes and frowned in pain.

He put both hands on his lap, and the wound on his forehead still hurt!

But it was not as painful as the pain in his heart.

Julian started the car and glanced at Malcolm through the rearview mirror.

He was puzzled. He had not seen such a painful expression on Malcolm's face for a long time.

Malcolm, who had always been cold and arrogant, exuded an innate noble and elegant temperament.

It was said that Malcolm was ruthless and decisive! It was true.

If it weren't for their many years of friendship, Julian wouldn't have sat in the same car as him. Few people could stand his powerful pressure.

Julian dared not to say a word and quietly drove.

After a long time, Malcolm calmed himself down and slowly said, "Julian, her name is Lynn."

When Julian heard this, his hand that was holding the steering wheel trembled slightly!

He knew whom Malcolm was talking about.

Malcolm never allowed anyone to mention Lynn, whose full name was Carolyn Remington. Why did he suddenly mention her today?

In Julian's opinion, the reason why people lived tired was that they thought too much. If one's body was tired, one could rest to solve the problem. But if one's heart was exhausted, one's mind would be twisted. Now, Malcolm was like this.

His life purpose was to make money, find Carolyn, and find his mother. Otherwise, he would lose the courage to live.

However, as long as one was alive, one's desire was endless. In this materialistic and competitive world, people had too many difficulties and worries. People must adjust themselves and understand how to choose, persist, and give up.

However, Malcolm had never given up on Carolyn.

It was rush hour, and the traffic was bad, which was annoying!

Malcolm didn't say anything. He closed his eyes and leaned against the leather seat.

Malcolm, the richest man in Fielddell and the chairman of the Lowe Group, was powerful in the business world.

There was a legend in Fielddell that no one should offend Malcolm.

If one accidentally offended him, one won't even know how one died.

It was rumored that he did not let women get close to him. Moreover, he was decisive and cold-blooded.

In just a few years, he had become the most powerful businessman in Fielddell.

Julian looked at the rearview mirror and discovered that Malcolm had calmed down. He smiled and asked, "Malcolm, do you want to have a drink? I've been looking for you for the whole day and I haven't eaten yet."

He didn't talk about Carolyn. It was not the right timing.

Under the dim light, Malcolm nodded slightly. The sunset shone on Malcolm who was dressed in an expensive and luxurious custom-made suit. At this time, he looked more handsome and graceful.

Julian observed Malcolm's expression from the rearview mirror and said, "Let's have dinner in Saffron Spice Kitchen."

"Alright!" Malcolm replied impatiently.

He closed his eyes, but he still looked domineering.

He was thinking about how many hardships a person had to go through to have a peaceful home.

How many times would one have to be hurt to have a sincere person to be at one's side?

After so many years, he was still alone.

Carolyn left him, and his mother also left him.

Carolyn had grown up and must be a beautiful girl now.

It had been eighteen years, and Carolyn was already twenty-four this year.

However, he had yet to find Carolyn.

That was the most sorrowful night of his life. As long as he drank, he would think of that night.

But tonight, he wanted to drink. Even if he had stitches on his forehead, he still wanted to drink.

Most people like Malcolm liked to go to high-end clubs to drink and have fun.

But seven years ago, he was drugged in a club, so he hated that place.

Instead, he liked to go to some high-end restaurants to drink.

Even if he must hold a dinner party, he would choose to hold it in his hotel.

When one started to cherish one's efforts, one would understand the coolness of the world.

The people around him would flatter him for the sake of benefits, and he felt disgusted.

Malcolm let out a deep breath. He looked lonely and helpless.

Marilyn and Roland came to the place where Arturo's piano competition was held.

Roland parked the limited-edition motorcycle downstairs.

Marilyn got off the motorcycle. She glanced at the blood on her dress and frowned.

She said to Roland worriedly, "Roland, look at me. If I go in like this, Arturo will be scared."

Marilyn was more mature and charming than seven years ago.

She used to be a young, innocent, and inexperienced girl.

However, after studying hard for a few years, Marilyn gradually changed. She was elegant and sexy. She was so charming that men wanted to conquer her.

In seven years, she seemed to have become a different person and was so domineering.

Roland took off the helmet, and his handsome face was revealed.

He wore jeans and a shirt with simple patterns, refreshed and youthful. Furthermore, his face looked so charming and smart.

He looked at the blood on Marilyn's white dress with a disdainful expression.

He raised his wrist and looked at his watch, saying, "Lynn, we are already late. It's almost seven o'clock. Arturo's competition has started."

"Then what should we do? The luggage is in the transportation, and there is no clothing store nearby." Marilyn looked at her dirty dress.

Marilyn's mind was racing. She was a fashion designer. This time, she came to Fielddell to work at the headquarters for a month.

She smiled softly. This was not a problem for her.

She looked up at Roland and asked, "Roland, do you have scissors?"

Roland instantly knew what she was going to do. He quickly opened the trunk of the motorcycle and took out a pair of red scissors to hand to Marilyn.

Marilyn held the scissors and put on a confident smile.

She bent down and cut off the part of her dress that had blood on it. It didn't look strange at all. Instead, it made her legs look longer and slender, and she instantly became more charming and sexier!

Marilyn nodded in satisfaction. She could be gentle, bright, and carefree, but she could not be sloppy!

"Lynn, you are an amazing designer. You saved your bloody dress." Roland stared at her surprisingly.

Marilyn returned the scissors to Roland and said with a smile, "Let's go, Roland. We are too late."

"Sure!" Roland quickly put the scissors back.

They trotted into the building, and the elevator happened to be on the first floor. After they entered the elevator, Roland pressed the button for the 26th floor.

As soon as they stepped out of the elevator, the smooth and pleasant sound of the piano let out. Marilyn could tell that it was from her son, Arturo. Arturo was playing the piano. She quickly walked towards the competition area.