< Chapter 47 Mersi Chapter 47 Without even looking at Marcus's face, Fletcher got up and walked towards Bertha. "What's wrong, girl? What happened?" he asked Bertha in a charming voice. Preston and Samuel also stood up. But before they could say anything, Fletcher waved his hand to signal them to sit down. "You two, sit down. Don't stand up and scare others with your creepy faces." Preston and Samuel felt resigned. It was obvious that Fletcher took a fancy to Bertha, and the others could only back off. Although they were all young, rich guys, none of them could compare to Fletcher when it came to winning a woman's heart. Fletcher was a well-known playboy in Los Angeles and had countless girlfriends before. His family was rich, and on top of that, he had great physical condition. He was 6'3″, with a slim waist, broad shoulders, and long legs. The key was, he had a stunningly beautiful face, yet he didn't look girly. He liked working out just like Marcus did, looking slim but was actually very muscular. No woman could resist such a handsome man. Others had no choice but to give up, letting Fletcher accost Bertha. However, just as Fletcher reached Bertha's side, he suddenly stopped. He stared at Bertha for a few seconds and then turned to look at Marcus with his eyes slightly narrowed. He said inwardly, "The unique fruity scent. It's the scent that I smelled on Marcus last time. She's Marcus's woman, huh? Interesting." Although Fletcher was a playboy, he still had his own principles and wouldn't touch his buddy's women. So, when he looked at Bertha again, his expression immediately changed, becoming much more serious. 'Don't be afraid. Marcus is here. He can definitely protect you." After saying so, Fletcher turned and went back to his seat. He then leaned in next to Marcus and cheekily nudged him. "Hey, go ahead. Your woman is here." Marcus furrowed his brows and shot Fletcher a fierce glare. Fletcher squinted his eyes and leaned back in his seat with a smile, looking like he would stay out of this matter now. Everyone else was so confused. 16.52 66% < Chapter 47 At this time, Bertha finally noticed Marcus. She was also surprised to see him. She really didn't expect Marcus to be in this private room. She felt really speechless about this damn fate. Menu She just told him this afternoon that she would never show up in front of him again. Now what? She ran into him again. It was so awkward that Bertha blushed with embarrassment. Fletcher nudged Marcus with a smirk again. "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and show her some care. Look, she's getting shy and blushing." One of the onlookers asked curiously, "Hey, Marcus, won't you introduce her?" Another one remarked, "She's so pretty. Marcus, is she your girl?" A young man directly stood up at this time and offered the seat to Bertha, saying, "Please, have a seat." Bertha was both flustered and embarrassed, not knowing how to respond. She blinked her big eyes, looking dumbfounded, really cute. Everyone was jealous as Marcus had actually found himself such a beautiful girlfriend. Marcus suddenly chuckled coldly, "Not leaving now?" He sat in the main seat, holding a cigarette between his fingers, looking lazy but with a mocking gaze. Bertha felt so embarrassed. She blushed and stammered, "T-There has been a change in the plan." Marcus let out a cold chuckle again. Bertha bit her lip in a grievance and snorted in her heart, "Is he laughing at me? But I'm telling the truth!" Marcus stood her up, and the divorce didn't go smoothly. How could she leave in such circumstances? Angry, Bertha couldn't help but retort, "You're not the man in control of Los Angeles. So I can choose to stay or leave, and that's none of your business."