《The Rise of Marvin Rock》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 10 章

“Marvin Rock! You’re paroled today. Get out, fast!” shouted a guard in front of one of the cell blocks. Hearing that, Marvin was utterly shocked. Wasn't he supposed to serve two more years of his sentence? He stood up, then slowly walked past a dozen other inmates crammed into the ten-by-twelve-foot room. The sweltering, stuffy air mixed with their body odor, making his nose itch intensely and his lungs feel tight. For the very last time, Marvin inhaled the utterly repulsive stench of the prison. Upon arriving in a closed room, Marvin spoke in private solely with his younger brother. Harven Rockwell wore a deeply solemn expression and said earnestly, “Brother, the terrorism charges were nothing but a frame-up. The court proved that your invention is fuel, not a weapon of mass destruction.” For months, Harven had gathered a mountain of evidence to prove in court that his brother was completely innocent. Marvin knew deep down that he was innocent. But who was the one who had made

Reacting to the fresh accusation that painted him into a corner, Marvin grew even more furious with Russel. “You! You’re the one who framed me and sent me to prison!” Marvin snapped, losing his temper. Russel, who was five years older than Marvin, refused to take that lying down. “You’re accusing me of framing you?! What kind of brother-in-law are you, huh?! How dare you talk to me like that!” Russel marched right up and sat directly across from Marvin. Marvin puffed out his chest and retorted, “I have proof that you and Raymond planned the whole thing. It’s just that you two are cunning—the court didn’t rule against you because you greased the wheels with money.” Russel shot back loudly, “Of course! Raymond and I are innocent because the evidence your brother gathered was weak. The terrorism charges didn't just come from us alone. You need to remember that!” Russel puffed out his chest, refusing to let Marvin outdo him in posture. Russel had a burning desire to see Marvin bani

Gennifer shuddered. “Marvin, how could you be so cruel! Don’t you love me anymore?” Gennifer’s eyes were red and brimming with tears. Derick stood up and put his hands on his hips. Staring down his son-in-law, he said, “You’ve lost your mind, Marvin. For a full year, your wife took care of you, brought you food every week, and stayed loyal to you—yet now you’re the one breaking her heart.” Elena didn’t budge. Fixing a venomous glare on Marvin, she snapped, “Shameless! Talking like that just means you’re desperate to divorce Gennifer in the first place.” Truthfully, they didn’t care about the marriage itself; they just didn't want their daughter humiliated because of this foolish son-in-law. The stakes Marvin had just thrown down sounded completely insane. If the Winston family had been struggling tooth and nail for months just to scrape together a lobbying deal to keep their business afloat, how could a man who had literally just walked out of prison instantly deliver a mountain of

Marvin Rock’s vintage black Audi had rarely been driven over the past year, save for a handful of times by the household staff. Marvin turned the ignition and let the engine warm up for a moment. He wiped down the bodywork and windows. Since early on, Marvin had never instructed a servant or anyone else to clean his car; even if mechanical issues arose, he preferred to repair them himself. The roar of a heavy motorcycle engine vibrated forcefully through the driveway. *VROOM!* Harven Rockwell looked remarkably sharp in his biker attire—a black jacket matched with sleek leather boots. Flipping up his helmet visor, he greeted his older brother before leaving for campus: “Hang in there, Brother!” A warm smile crinkled the corners of his eyes. “You’ve only got three months left of your studies, Harven. Study hard, then come help your brother run this small Rock family enterprise!” “Will do, Brother. I’m off!” Harven’s voice sounded slightly muffled behind his helmet. He revved the en

By late afternoon, Marvin was still at the Winston family estate. Having been separated for so long, he fully embraced the joyful reunion with his wife and Axel. Beyond that, however, Marvin's true intention was to wait for Russel and Raymond to arrive. It wasn't until around five o'clock that Russel finally returned. His million-dollar Ford rolled into the villa’s driveway, deliberately parking as far away as possible from Marvin’s vintage Audi. "That bastard’s car—he should have parked it outside the gates," he grumbled with a sneer. A mix of relief and anxiety washed over Russel’s face. He was relieved because, for the next month at least, Winsoil was safe from its impending crisis. Yet, he was deeply anxious about who on earth had instructed The Oxy to deliver such a colossal volume of crude oil, especially since Winsoil had never even submitted a purchase order. Stepping into the grand family room, Russel let out an irritated scoff the moment he spotted Marvin. "You have no