Mag-log inMarvin bid farewell to his in-laws. “Father, Mother, I must take my leave. If there is anything you need, please don't hesitate to call me.” He walked over to hug Axel. “You’ll be heading back to the dorms tomorrow, brother. Take good care of yourself, and hurry up and become a professor!”
Next, he approached Russel and offered a handshake, but Russel coldly turned his head away. “Russel, if my behavior earlier was a bit too much and upset you, I apologize. Regardless, you are still my brother-in-law. Never be afraid of the Harvard family! If you ever need another allotment of crude oil, just let me know!” Marvin took his wife's hand and promptly led her away, walking with calm, commanding composure all the way out of the villa. The night was pitch black, and just as they climbed into the car for the drive back to the Rock estate, heavy rain began to pour. Inside the car, Gennifer rested her head on her husband’s shoulder and murmured, “I just hope nothing bad happens to you later, darling.” Even now, Gennifer was still haunted by lingering anxiety. “Don't worry, my love! I am no longer afraid of the Harvard family. So you know, before I dared to speak to Raymond the way I did today, I had thought everything through and planned it meticulously.” “Dealing with them is extremely risky.” “That was the old days, when they sat comfortably at the absolute top. Now, just watch, Gennifer—our family's business will break free from Harvard's grip. I've finally dared to take decisive action.” “Ever since the day we met, Marvin, you’ve always loved springing surprises on people.” They had first met back in high school when they were around seventeen years old. In Chemisland, if someone wanted to become respected and wealthy, they had to master the sciences—chemistry, physics, biology, engineering, mathematics, along with all their derivatives and related fields. During that academic year, the most dominant and widely praised figure in the sciences was none other than Marvin Rock. In Chemisland, a wealthy individual who wasn't also a qualified scientist or engineer was never truly considered elite. The colossal and prosperous Harvard and Wilmer families maintained their dominance because virtually every member held at least a master's degree in science or engineering, with many boasting doctorates. In short, true prestige came from intellectual mastery of the natural sciences, far more than mere wealth. Marvin was precisely the reason Gennifer had fallen so deeply in love. Back in their youth, many predicted he would achieve extraordinary success based on his raw talent, academic achievements, and natural leadership. No one ever doubted his brilliance in engineering and science. Marvin's level of intellect was already on par with a university professor by the time he first entered college. Throughout his studies, everyone around him was left dumbfounded by his versatility. He memorized every chemical element and its properties entirely by heart. He understood every scientific formula and theory—from the most basic laws of Newtonian physics all the way to advanced discussions on anti-matter and cosmology. Gennifer admired Marvin not merely for his knowledge and technical skills, but for his sheer courage. He had always been known for his boldness since they were young, and today marked the ultimate peak of that audacity as he openly challenged the Crown Prince of Harvard right to his face. “I love you so much, my husband,” she whispered softly, stroking Marvin’s arm. When they arrived at the gorgeous, dimly lit courtyard of the Rock family estate, Marvin and Gennifer stepped out of the Audi and dashed through the downpour, their clothes getting slightly damp. Harven Rockwell swung the front door open. “Come on inside, Brother,” he said in a slightly hurried tone. After a brief chat with the rest of the Rock household, Marvin eagerly ushered his wife upstairs to their second-floor bedroom so she could get some rest. At the beginning of their marriage, Gennifer had lived in this luxurious mansion and grown extremely comfortable with its top-tier amenities. Compared to the Winston Villa, the scale was entirely different—the Rock estate alone featured a sprawling, magnificent garden. After showering and slipping into a sleek, gray silk pajama set, Marvin stood by the window for a moment, gazing out at the backyard courtyard. “A view I never got to see during my time in prison,” he murmured, letting out a long breath. Gennifer, already fresh and fragrant from her bath, wore a delicate, translucent black silk lingerie set. Tonight, she was ready to devote herself entirely as her husband's doting companion. “Darling, could you tell me how on earth you managed to satisfy your manly urges while you were locked up?” she asked, sweeping her long black hair back, revealing a clean center parting. Gennifer possessed long, curled eyelashes, beautifully arched brows, a sharp, elegant nose, a slender chin, sexy crimson lips, and a melancholic beauty reminiscent of a classic Italian or Spanish woman. Her curves, needless to say, were breathtakingly captivating. Marvin turned around to face her and replied, “There were dozens of inmates crammed into a single cell block. I once saw the cell boss mount a rather unfortunate-looking guy to relieve his urges.” Marvin smiled with amusement as he recalled that repulsive incident. “Were they playing sword fights?” Gennifer asked, covering her mouth in shock. “Only the cell boss's sword was fighting. He tried to sheath it inside the victim, but the poor guy resisted. The victim chose to skip meals for an entire day just to keep his backdoor safe and intact.” Marvin let out a light laugh, his eyes crinkling slightly at the corners. Gennifer smiled while shaking her head in disbelief. “And what about you?” Marvin slowly walked closer to the bed. “I never got involved in their business, and I never once entertained the thought of doing anything that disgusting. LGBT behavior is like filth. I'd rather starve for two days than ever touch that.” “I trust you completely, my husband. So then, how did you vent your desires?” Marvin sat down on the edge of the mattress right beside his wife and said affectionately, “I used to fantasize about you before falling asleep, so I dreamed of you often. Whenever I woke up damp, I always thanked my lucky stars.” “And besides that?” Gennifer raised a single eyebrow into a playful, seductive slant, a mischievous smirk dancing on her lips. Her gaze was overwhelmingly alluring. Facing her like this, Marvin was completely powerless to resist. Looking straight into his wife’s eyes, Marvin replied with a bashful smile, “Hmph. Whatever answer you're imagining is already inside your head, my love.” Marvin glanced away and added, “Perhaps we shouldn't discuss things that even teenagers already know.” Gennifer ran her fingers through her hair once more, then wet her lips with the tip of her tongue in a slow, provocative motion. To Marvin, the word *perfection* was the only way to describe his wife. Her beauty and elegance had long been acknowledged by high society in Gloriston. Ever since her teenage years, Gennifer had possessed an extraordinary charm and magnetic appeal. Despite receiving countless suitors from handsome, affluent young men across all of Chemisland, her heart belonged solely to Marvin, and it had never once wavered. Marvin looked back into his wife's eyes and whispered, “Thank you, Gennifer. Week after week, you visited me in prison and showed me unwavering care. No one else in the world could be as devoted as you.” Gennifer smiled sweetly and answered, “Because I love you, Marvin Rock. I would give you anything in the world.” Marvin focused his gaze entirely upon his wife’s moist, parted lips.....The hospital director was ultimately forced to come downstairs after repeated, frantic requests from his staff. He was escorted by the chief of security. In his four-year tenure as director, this was the very first time Lambert had stepped in to address a situation personally. "May I have your name, sir?" "Marvin Rock!" Marvin stood up, stepping forward to face the director head-on. "You need to answer for the life that was just lost!" he snapped, cutting straight to the point. Lambert’s eyes widened in astonishment. "Marvin Rock?" he gasped, unable to conceal his shock. "We had no idea Mrs. Dhea was a member of your family, Mr. Rock." As a high-ranking official, Lambert kept up with current affairs and knew Marvin's name from recent news headlines. Marvin Rock's reputation had risen dramatically in recent days, though opinions about him remained divided depending on who you asked. "Dhea is neither my relative nor my family, Mr. Lambert. Besides, what difference would it make eve
"I am Dr. Arshavin. Please, go ahead and share your concerns." Marvin seated himself once more. "I may not fully grasp all the administrative protocols of this institution, but this is a matter of basic ethics and human decency. That woman's child was in critical condition. Without immediate surgery, she was going to die. Yet her mother states that for twenty days, the child received nothing beyond basic palliative care." Dr. Arshavin cast a fleeting glance toward Dhea. "Yes, I am familiar with the case—the child's name is Chyndy. Because the required procedure is exceedingly costly, and Mrs. Dhea lacks both private insurance and medical coverage, the hospital could only offer basic supportive care as a temporary compromise." "The bureaucracy you cling to?" Marvin interjected, his voice rising with sharp indignation. "If a patient pays a million dollars into this state-run facility, does your salary double? And if a patient pays ten cents, does your paycheck shrink accordingly?" D
Marvin Rock carried four heavy duffel bags packed with nearly eighty million dollars in cash—minus a few small expenses. Inside the car, Dhea, who had swapped her revealing casino outfit for modest, covered attire, still couldn't process the whirlwind of events. "Mr. Marvin... what are you going to do with all this money?" Marvin steered the car onto the main road toward Gloriston General Hospital. Keeping his eyes on the traffic, he replied evenly, "I have no intention of using tainted money for myself. I'm donating every dollar to fund public infrastructure—roads, bridges, and community welfare." Dhea swallowed hard, her mouth agape. "Wh-What? You're not keeping a single cent?" She stared at him in utter disbelief. "Eighty million dollars?" Wild, unimaginable thoughts raced through her mind. If he could casually discard eighty million dollars without batting an eye, how much wealth was sitting in his bank accounts? What was the true value of his personal assets and properties?
"Stop!" Aldous Morgan burst into the room in a desperate frenzy. "Don't touch him!" He forcefully shoved the five enforcers aside. "Get the hell out of the way!" Breathing heavily, Aldous struggled to catch his breath, having run a frantic race against the clock. "That was close. If this man dies, the six of you die right alongside him!" Stunned by Aldous's sudden, unexpected arrival, Franky gasped in utter disbelief—his shock multiplying as his elder brother stepped in to defend the outsider. Glaring in confusion, Franky muttered under his breath, "I don't get it, Brother." Exhaling a long sigh of relief, Aldous declared grimly, "To the Morgan family, this man's life is worth more than a hundred of those fools outside. Every single one of you—apologize right now!" Franky's eyes bulged. "Brother, explain this to us! Why are you showing him this level of respect?" Aldous replied in a dead serious, respectful tone, "He is Marvin Rock of Gloriston. If a man of Warren Harvard's statur
The River card fell: Ace of Clubs. Marvin Rock won with a Straight! "Yes!" Marvin pumped his fist in victory. Marvin Rock had swept the table, claiming a total chip stack of eighty million dollars! Outside the glass, the crowd erupted into thunderous cheers once again. "We've got a new champion!" "The guy in the dark glasses actually crushed Ivey Negreanu, the master!" "Incredible!" Unable to stomach the humiliating defeat, Ivey Negreanu stormed out of the arena with his head hung low, shaking his head in sheer disbelief. Outside, a barrage of jeers greeted him. Ignoring the taunts, he picked up his pace, desperate to find a quiet place to compose himself. Franky Morgan couldn't process the fact that his star player had been dismantled in under an hour, wiping out forty million dollars of house money. Was this a joke? Fueled by rage, Franky snarled, "Who the hell are you really?" Despite the ferocious shout, Marvin remained as calm as ever. Neatening the massive stacks of c
The VIP suite was fully enclosed, yet spectators could watch every move from outside through its floor-to-ceiling glass walls. Only a select few were permitted inside the room itself. This time, the suite held only Marvin Rock, Ivey Negreanu, Franky Morgan, and a single female dealer. Ivey Negreanu was a seasoned professional. Recognizing his extraordinary poker prowess, the Morgan Casino had placed him on retainer for a single purpose: to systematically strip high rollers of their fortunes. And a forty-million-dollar stack was an undeniably massive prize. Typically, any winnings Ivey racked up were split directly with the Morgan Casino. For a full week, no challenger had dared to step into the VIP suite against him—they were all too faint of heart. Today, however, he found himself facing a stranger in a tailored business suit. Ivey let out a mocking scoff. "Seriously, did you come here to play poker, or are you applying for an office job?" He snickered, eyeing Marvin’s crisp, p
Gennifer shuddered. “Marvin, you are so heartless! Don't you love me anymore?" Gennifer's eyes were red and wanted to cry. Derick stood and put his hands on his hips. He looked at his son-in-law and said, “You're out of your mind, Marvin. One whole year your wife took care of you, fed you eve
Russell shouted, "You're finally here, my rich brother!" He immediately gave Raymond a warm hug. When he heard the news that Marvin had been released and was visiting the Winston residence, Raymond had rushed here this morning. He wanted to see firsthand what the ex-convict's face and body looke
In response to the new accusations that cornered him so much, Marvin became even more furious with Russell. "You! You are a slanderer so I go to jail!” Marvin started to get emotional. Russel, who is five years older than Marvin, clearly does not accept this. "You're accusing me of slander?!
This morning at Villa Winston. "Good morning!" Because she was no stranger to that voice, Gennifer suddenly ran over and opened the door. “Marvin my husband? How come you can go home?” asked Gennifer in disbelief. She was in complete shock. For the past year Gennifer has been a loyal member







