Chapter 142 It Has Nothing To Do With You
'Oh? Just an "oh?"' Mark couldn't believe it.
"You know what kind of person my boss is," Mark was genuinely worried about his friend getting into trouble, "If he finds out you're pursuing Ms. Murphy, he'll surely come after you!"
"They are already divorced," Jesse delivered a critical blow.
"They are, but the situation is complex," Mark was unsure how to explain, "Just take my word for it, think about your future, and give up while you can."
"I won't give up."
"Jesse!" Mark called his name in frustration.
"They're divorced, which means Daphne is single now," Jesse stated seriously, "And if she's single, I have every right to pursue her."
"Our boss wants to remarry her."
"That's none of my business," Jesse shot back.
"You know what my boss is like; he gets what he wants," Mark attempted to persuade, "If you go after Ms. Murphy, he's got a thousand ways to tear you two apart."
"I won't give her up, and if your boss has a problem with that, he can come and talk to me," Jesse declared with finality.
Mark was speechless...
He wanted to say more, but Jesse had already turned and walked away.
Mark found himself in quite a bind.
He knew all too well what kind of person Jesse was. Ever since they were kids, if Jesse set his mind on something, there was never a time he couldn't achieve it.
But then there was his boss...
As these thoughts swirled in Mark's mind, he felt a complicated mixture of emotions. On one hand, was his close friend, and on the other, his boss. Amidst all the internal conflict and struggle, Mark still pulled out his cell phone and dialed his boss.
His reasoning was straightforward. Since Jesse refused to back down, it seemed best to give the boss a heads-up. This way, the two of them could compete on equal footing.
Charles was working late at the office when the call came in.
He was looking over the new contract that Bill and the others had just signed, his brow furrowed in concentration. The Murphy Group had managed to snag quite a few more points than usual.
'How was this negotiated?'
"What is going on with this contract?" Charles demanded from Bill and Manager Taylor, who stood in his office.
Before either could reply, Charles's phone vibrated with an incoming call. When he saw it was Mark, he picked it up. He knew Mark wouldn't call at this hour unless it was important.
"What's going on?"
"Bad news."
Charles frowned. He was already in a sour mood from the poorly negotiated contract, and here came someone with bad news. "Out with it."
"Ms. Murphy is on a date," Mark said, taking a deep breath before revealing the information.
Charles was bewildered as if he had heard wrong for the umpteenth time. Even though he didn't quite want to admit it, he had to ask, "With Evan?"
"No."
"Then who?"
"My friend, Jesse," Mark replied, his composure fractured.
Charles gripped his phone tighter. All the images he had previously imagined resurfaced, and he asked, "Where are they?"
Mark didn't provide the location right away. Considering Jesse's earnest attitude and expression earlier, he took a moment before asking Charles, "Why do you want to know?"
Charles could almost feel the chilly aura emanating from himself. 'She is my ex-wife, that's why!'
"Boss, you might not like what I'm about to say, but I think we need to talk," Mark said seriously. Whether it was about Daphne, Jesse, or the boss himself, he believed they were all good people. The boss might have been a bit of a scoundrel, but Mark felt it was because he hadn't been clear about his feelings.
He wanted Ms. Murphy to find true happiness.
Charles's patience was wearing thin, "Speak."
"Do you like Ms. Murphy?" Mark blurted out.
Charles stayed silent over the phone, his inscrutable dark eyes were a profound well of black that one couldn't simply ignore.
Mark didn't wait around, he followed up with, "If you're not sure whether you like Ms. Murphy or not, there's no need to go looking for them."
"What are you trying to say?" Charles's mood was getting worse.
"Ms. Murphy is a great person, and Jesse is very sincere," Mark considered everyone's happiness, "If you haven't even settled your feelings, you shouldn't go and disrupt what they have."
Charles had had a pretty smooth journey in life. His family adored him, his academic career was a success, and he had a fulfilling job.
There wasn't much he had to worry about; he was supported in the business world, complemented in real life, had good looks, a fine physique, and was wealthy - and had plenty of admirers on top of it all.
And from this series of fortunate circumstances. The boss had subconsciously developed a certain personality—with a self-centered view and a tendency to be stubborn.
Unless he broke through these traits, even if he got back together with Ms. Murphy, they wouldn't be happy.
"The address!" Charles said curtly.
Whether his heart was certain did not matter. What mattered was that he couldn't let Daphne walk out of his life. In the days following their divorce, he would stay in Queens Villa, where his mind often wandered back to the memories of Daphne.
Every time he thought of Daphne no longer being his, he felt a suffocating pain and discomfort.
He didn't understand what liking someone meant, all he knew was that he regretted divorcing Daphne. She was supposed to be his.
Mark glanced at the two still enjoying their soup, and he estimated the time it would take from the office to there and ultimately gave the address.
Charles hung up and left the office without discussing the contract with the two of them.
Mark looked at the disconnected call, a complex expression on his face. It was quite a distance from the office, and by the time Charles arrived, Ms. Murphy and Jesse would probably have finished and left. With that thought, he felt a bit more at ease.
Half an hour later, Daphne and Jesse had finished their soup. Jesse had offered to take Daphne home, and Mark watched from the side.
But unexpectedly, just as Daphne was about to get into Jesse's car, Charles suddenly appeared, yanking Daphne to his side. "My lady doesn't need Mr. Jesse's services."
Mark's eyes widened in shock. 'The boss?! How did he get here so fast? It should have been at least another twenty minutes by normal timing.'
"One more thing," Charles said, still gripping Daphne tightly, his dominating gaze falling upon Jesse, "You can forget any ideas about her."
"Let go," Daphne said, her tone cold.
Charles did not release her, and a chilling aura surrounded him. He turned his gaze toward Mark and gave him an instruction, "Mark, I'm giving you a couple of days off. Spend some quality time with your friend."
Mark was speechless, discerning an unspoken request. 'If you want me to convince Jesse to give it up, just say so.'
"I don't have time to hang out with him," Jesse replied, his eyes sharp and clear, with strands of hair falling onto his forehead, adding an extra touch of handsomeness to his usual look. "Please let Daphne go. She's already divorced from you and has no ties to you whatsoever."
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