Goodbye, My Love
Chapter 1193

Jane's phone.

"Marco, this is Keely. I have something important to discuss. Could you please pick up the phone?"

Keely was nearly pleading, praying internally as she trembled and dialed the number once more.

This time, the call connected, but was disconnected after just two rings.

Keely's face paled, and the bitterness in her heart reached new heights.

She couldn't help but wonder if Marco could really be that heartless.

Jane sneered, reaching out to snatch her phone back. She commented mockingly, "I can't believe I thought there might be a chance you'd end up with him. Keely, you can pack up and Leave the Powell house in the next two days. It's best you lay low for a while..."

Suddenly, Keely pushed Jane away, her eyes wild as she furiously sent another message. With a fierce expression, she asserted, "He will reply. He's just busy and hasn't seen it!"

As time ticked by, even Keely was finding it hard to convince herself.

She collapsed to the floor, utterly dejected

Then, the phone vibrated. Marco's reply flashed on the screen. Keely's eyes sparkled, clutching the phone with sheer joy, tears streaming down her face as she Laughed. "I knew it! I knew he'd reply. There's still hope!" Keely opened the message with bated breath, her face freezing suddenly

Back Again

After leaving the Bryant family's villa, Marco swiftly drove back to the company.

Despite the prospect of severe punishment for Laura and Marina, they were unlikely to surrender easily and might persist in causing further trouble. ninjanovel.com

Liza would merely berate them and plead with him to pardon them for the family's good name, harboring hopes that he would return to the villa. Marco was utterly fed up with these petty issues!

His so-called family was nothing but an energy drain. Yet, compared to the chill of his own apartment, immersing himself in work seemed more appealing.

As Marco settled into his office chair, Carl came knocking and entered.

"Mr. Bryant, the internet's public sentiment has been steered as per your instructions."

On hearing this, a slight sense of relief washed over Marco's icy gaze.

He gave a nod of acknowledgment, took a moment, and then retrieved his phone to call Loraine.

Once the call connected, he carefully curated his tone.