All Chapters of The Rise of Marvin Rock: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Marvin stood up and surveyed the bustling crew of workers spread across the expansive clearing. Turning his back to Ethelyne, he said evenly, “Miss Wilmer, if you were to marry Raymond Harvard, you’d essentially have access to everything you could ever want.” Not an ounce of flattery registered on Ethelyne’s face. Instead, the mere mention of Raymond’s name made her look as though she wanted to vomit. “Don't you dare utter that rotten bastard’s name in front of me! Wasn't he the very reason you were thrown into prison in the first place?” Burying his hands deep inside his trousers pockets, Marvin replied, “True. He is indeed a wretched man. But I wasn't talking about his character. I was talking about how well-suited the two of you would be as a match.” Hearing the word *suited*, Ethelyne let out a cynical, dry scoff. “Hah? That arrogant prick and I would never be a match in this lifetime. I don't have an ounce of admiration or affection for him, Mr. Rock. If it weren't for his fath

Instead of waiting for the evening, Marvin wrapped up his tasks early and headed straight home. At that moment, his wife was at the Rock family residence. Seeing her husband arrive so unexpectedly, Gennifer looked startled. She furrowed her brow and asked, “Why are you back so early? That's quite unusual.” Marvin offered a warm smile. “I suddenly found myself craving my beloved wife's cooking for lunch.” He wasn't entirely lying; wanting lunch was indeed part of the reason he came home, but it certainly wasn't the primary one. Gennifer shot him a sharp, scrutinizing look, trying to read the expression in his eyes. “As it happens, I just cooked some black pepper beef.” “And by pure coincidence, I picked up your favorite drink on the way back.” Marvin held up a fresh young coconut. A soft sigh escaped Gennifer as she caught a faint whiff of something lingering on her husband. “Are you seriously telling me you only came home for lunch today, Rocky?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. Ma

Refusing to accept her brother’s insults, Gennifer defended her husband. “The steps Marvin took were the right ones. He couldn't stand seeing me used as a mere tool by you, Russel. A guaranteed one-month supply is far better than a three-month offer from Raymond that might never have materialized.” Gennifer spoke with reason. Although Harvard Corp often assisted Winsoil, the reality was never as smooth as it seemed. If their requirement was twenty, Harvard Corp would only provide twelve, sometimes not even half. And if Winsoil tried to request supply elsewhere, they couldn't, restricted by government regulations and Harvard Corp's own rules. Because of this, Winsoil was constantly under pressure, and as Marvin had pointed out before, if things continued this way, Winsoil would never be able to progress—not ever. Gennifer said confidently, “I will ask my husband for help.” “No!” Russel snapped. “He’ll get an ego and act like a hero the moment he manages to help our family.” Derick

Before their conversation dragged on any further, Demian deliberately invited Gennifer to talk privately at a café not far from the G10 Enterprise office. Demian took a sip of his latte, then said warmly, "Gennifer, why do you let yourself be ordered around by your own family? If you wanted an office secretary or manager position, we would certainly accept you." The primary reason Gennifer took on this role was actually to win approval in the eyes of her family, hoping to finally secure a respectable high-level position at Winsoil, such as corporate secretary. Despite putting in exhaustive effort and taking on massive risks, she was never granted any real position. Her father and brother were utterly unfair. Whenever dirty or inappropriate tasks needed doing, Gennifer was always the first person they threw to the wolves. Gennifer darted her eyes around, feeling uneasy and anxious as she nervously scanned her surroundings. She replied flatly, "I am a part of the Winston family; this

“Mr. Rock, I’d like to finish my conversation with this lady first, since her company is quite small and only needs one billion dollars. We can discuss our major business venture right after.” “Is that lady from the Winston family?” “Spot on. The Winston family is very famous in Gloriston—famous for the fact that their oil business never goes anywhere. They're utterly incompetent when it comes to securing oil supplies.” At that moment, Demian fleetingly thought of Marvin Rock, but he had no intention of bringing up the Rock family right now for fear of offending his high-level business partner. “I’m confident the Winston family business will rise again, Demian Carter. I expect you to stay right there with that lady for the next few minutes.” “Very well, Mr. Rock.” “Have a pleasant day.” CLICK! Consumed by curiosity, Gennifer immediately fired off a question to clear up her confusion, “Mr. Demian, who was that man?” “He’s from the Rock family, from a far-off land, not from Glor