After a visit to the cemetery, Melina completed the ritual of "visiting" his parents.

However, her relationship with Luther had not changed much.

Firstly, Luther was really busy. Secondly, she did not want to get involved in the world that did not belong to her.

Melina looked like a cheerful person on the surface, but in her heart, she lacked a sense of security. Otherwise, she wouldn't pursue for everything even at the cost of her life.

Although she blocked the message of both her evil sister and the scumbag ex, she still got the messages from the class group that her stepsister Vanessa and Dorian were going to get married.

It was unknown if it was to cover up Vanessa's slightly bulging belly, but the wedding date was set for next week, Vanessa's birthday.

Melina naturally did not want to attend.

She was afraid that she could not help but take off her high heels and smash them on their heads.

But obviously, her stepmother did not want her to be at ease. This time, after she did not answer the phone several times, her stepmother directly found her office.

The company's business was about game development and had strict security measures in place.

Not only did entering and exiting require a keycard, but there was also facial recognition.

Florence also waited downstairs for a long time before finally meeting Vanessa's former university roommate, Keira.

Dorian had been quite famous in the capital for the past few years. He had been awarded as the top ten entrepreneurs of the year and had even been on TV.

"Auntie, congratulations. Vanessa and Senior Dorian are really a perfect match." Keira gushed. "By the way, Auntie, Vanessa is already getting married. When will Melina be next? A few days ago, I saw her bring her child back to the apartment. She didn't say anything when I asked her." While Keira was jealous that the two daughters of Winslow family could find rich people, she did not forget to make trouble for Florence.

Sure enough, the woman who was laughing as a blooming chrysanthemum froze. She raised her hand to stroke her hair and said with a smile, "You must be mistaken. Our Melina hasn't even married. Where did this child come from? But I still have to thank you, Keira. Thank you for bringing me in. Oh, right, I was too busy talking. I didn't even give you the invitation letter. You'll definitely come when the time comes, right?."

"No, I clearly saw..."

"Mom..."

"Why are you here?"

Outsiders did not know what had happened in her family. Melina had called her Mom that for more than twenty years. This time, she instinctively called her out.

When Florence saw her eldest daughter wearing a brandy suit with a Hermes scarf, she couldn't help but compare her with her own daughter. Then, she had to admit the reality.

Melina was really much better-looking than Vanessa.

"Why am I here? Isn't it because I can't find you?" Florence retorted. "Melina, have you forgotten that you are still an unmarried girl? You don't go home every day. Where have you been?" Florence shouted, instantly startling a group of people who were watching the gossip.

Seeing that everyone's eyes were fixed on her, Florence did not feel ashamed. Before she married Roger, she had been singing folk music in her village. She did not have any other talents except her loud voice and strength.

As Mr. Winslow made his fortune, she knew how to frequent beauty salons and dressing in fancy clothes, but the flab on her arms never quite let her look the part.

"Mom, don't make a fuss. Let's talk after I get off work." Melina frowned and advised in a low voice.

She still had a case to attend to, so she really didn't have time to play with her.

She thought Florence came for nothing but money, but she did not have any now, and she would not give her a single cent even if she had one. She really had nothing to say to her.

"Waiting for you to get off work? That won't do." Florence quickly refused, "By then, the gold shop will be closed. How about you give me your salary card directly, and I can fetch it myself."

"I don't have money. Is the previous eight hundred and eighty thousand stil not enough?" Melina was too tired to talk nonsense with her and said it directly.

"No money?" Florence immediately jumped up. "How can you not have money? Keira just told me that you have been promoted and your salary is much more than before."

Melina looked up in the direction that Florence was pointing. Only then did she understand how her stepmother came in.

Keira, who was being stared at by Melina, did not shy away and walked out of the crowd enchantingly.

"Melina, listen. You are not getting married. Why do you need so much money? Your sister is going to marry Blackwood family. What kind of family background is that? Bring her more dowry, and it will also bring you glory."

"That's right, that's right. Keira is right. When your sister settles down, you will also benefit from it." Florence chimed in, her eyes lighting up.

Melina thought to herself, "I will benefit from it? What kind of benefits? Which award Vanessa has received since childhood has nothing to do with me? If not for the fact that the college entrance examination were held by the real-name registration system, Melina's stepmother would probably have asked her to take the exam for Vanessa. Plus, did they forget that the man Vanessa is going to marry was also snatched from me?

Suppressing the grief and indignation in her heart, Melina tried hard to maintain a decent smile. "But I really don't have money, and I haven't got paid this month. Since you said that Blackwood family is a big family, they shouldn't be short of my money. Also, if you have nothing to do, please leave. Don't affect everyone's work."

"So you don't intend to pay?" A vicious look flashed across Florence's chubby face.

"I don't have any money, so what should I give you?" Melina replied calmly. "Also, I'm not the one getting married. It's Vanessa."

"Alright then. Sign this and I'll leave." As Florence spoke, she took out a crumpled agreement from her bag. It seemed that she had deliberately failed to make it clear. The words on it were very vague, but several numbers could be seen.

"What is this?" Melina did not take it but looked at them warily.

Having been burned before, she was now very resistant to everything that Winslow family had given to her.

"It's a copy of retirement insurance that costs 20,000 a year. You are not willing to pay for your sister's dowry. Is it too much to buy insurance for me and your Dad?" Florence said impatiently.

"Yes, a copy of insurance worth 20,000. You don't have to pay now. Melina, aren't you even unwilling to pay this bit of money?" Keira also chimed in from the side, her tone dripping with the self-righteousness of someone claiming moral superiority to force Melina to submit.

If this insurance were legitimate, let alone 20,000, even if it were for 100,000, as long as Mr. Winslow really wanted it, Melina would buy it. After all, she had feelings for this family.

"But whose insurance sheet would be made like this, and the words on it could not be seen clearly?" Melina thought to herself.

For a moment, she only felt ridiculous and sad.

She continued to think, "Is it because I'm too silly, or am I just a fool in their eyes?"

"Since that's the case, then give me the phone number of the insurance company's agent. I will talk to them personally and change a better offer for you." With so many people around, she did not want to shed all pretense of cordiality, so she found a way out for Florence.

But...

How could Florence let Melina get her way?

Florence immediately sat down on the ground and started throwing a tantrum.

It was just like when she had sold fish to others at her young age, every time the customers found her, she would roll on the ground like a troublemaker.

"Jesus, I don't want to live anymore! My daughter, who has been raised by me for more than 20 years, is a thankless wretch..." Florence shouted.

"Melina, you have no conscience. I have raised you for so many years and you don't even buy me a copy of insurance that costs 20,000..." Florence's voice was already loud, and her howling was even more deadly. Not only did the people from the president's office hear the sound, but even the people from the next department heard it.

One by one, they looked over in curiosity. A few people began to advise Melina not to be too cold-blooded and stingy. In their eyes, it was only 20,000. It was less than a month of her salary.

Melina was so angry that tears welled up in her eyes. It was not that she did not want to explain, but who would listen? People always stood on the moral high ground to blame others but not to understand others.

The feeling of being shackled by morality was extremely suffocating. Melina found it difficult to breathe as if a raging fire had been set inside her body, burning every inch of her skin.

Her body was in pain and her heart was tired.

"What's going on here?"

As soon as Mr. King stepped out of the elevator, he saw Melina's unsteady figure. He instinctively wanted to pick her up, but he restrained himself. It was not appropriate for him to do this with his identity.

Hearing his voice, the spectating crowd immediately quieted down.

Even Florence, who was howling on the ground, temporarily held her breath. Looking at Mr. King's handsome face, she could not help but show some infatuation.

Her gaze was too fervent and direct, making it difficult for Mr. King not to pay attention.

But when he saw her face clearly, Mr. King only hated that he might as well be blind for a while.

He quickly walked forward and used his body to isolate Melina and Florence.

"Who is she?" He was looking at Melina.

"My stepmother. She came to ask for money, but I really don't have any. I have already given her the money I saved before." Melina said.

"Oh." Mr. King responded indifferently and turned around.

Florence had already knew the identity of this man from Keira. When she thought of his wealth, she immediately shouted excitedly. "This gentleman, you are the man who keeps Melina, aren't you? You also have a son. He is several years old!"

Everyone was stunned.

Mr. King was confused.

He thought to himself, "Did I expose my identity so quickly?"

But he quickly regained a trace of reason.

He thought to himself, "If my real identity was exposed, Melina wouldn't look so bewildered"

Then...

"Who told you that?" He was not in a hurry to deny it. Instead, he stared seriously into Florence's eyes and said.

This made Florence feel that she was getting closer to the truth. She immediately shouted excitedly, "Keira said it. She saw it with her own eyes. It happened just below your company's apartment."

"Is that so?" Mr. King said, glancing over at Keira.

"Yes, I saw that Melina brought a very good-looking little boy." Keira, who had no choice but to come out and answer, said carefully with a trace of flattery in her eyes.

"So, she was also brought in by you?" he asked in a cold tone.

"Yes."

"Very good." Mr. King nodded and glanced at his assistant.

Without waiting for his instructions, he saw that Bill had already picked up the intercom and began to call the security department to pick up these people, as well as the HR manager and the director of the advertising department-the same man who had been involved in the scandalous incident that Melina saw that day.

"According to the company regulations, Keira, you are terminated." Luther said icily.

His gaze hardened as he continued,"Because you took an outsider directly to the secretary's office, the department with the most confidential information in the company, we will reserve the right to sue you."