All Chapters of The Rise of Marvin Rock: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Jesslyn Sinclair currently worked as a clothing store clerk in a mall in Gloriston. After graduating from college, the short-haired, police-officer-style woman struggled to land a job at a major corporation. If asked why, the most accurate answer was simply bad luck. If anyone questioned her intelligence, the answer was a definitive no. Aside from possessing a fit physique and a pleasant, melodic voice, Jesslyn was generally warm and generous—though only toward certain people. While some might mistake her demeanor for haughtiness or coldness, that wasn't her true nature. Even if her financial standing was insignificant, Jesslyn still carried inherent value. However, her appearance tonight stirred a sense of unease in Gennifer's heart. Gennifer stood up and greeted her, "Jess, how have you been? The last time we met was when I was looking for a new pair of trousers for my husband at the shop where you work." "I'm doing well and healthy," Jesslyn replied, forcing a friendly tone. For

"Hello, Mr. Marvin Rock, how are you?" Ethelyne greeted, walking right up and standing close to Marvin. She didn't care in the least that Gennifer was sitting right there. Even though the gossip surrounding the two of them had cooled down somewhat, nobody had forgotten it. And tonight, as Ethelyne Wilmer sidled up to Marvin, everyone in the vicinity stared in absolute awe. Calvin's voice on stage was completely ignored by the attendees as all eyes fixated on the woman in the red dress. A mixture of admiration, lust, and sheer astonishment washed over the crowd. Marvin didn't even meet Ethelyne's eyes, responding to her greeting with a simple, "Fine." Ethelyne nudged Jesslyn aside. "Move over to the next seat. I want to sit right next to Mr. Rock." As usual, Jesslyn didn't make a fuss. She stood up and complied with the conglomerate heiress's demand. Right now, Jesslyn felt deeply inferior. She kept her head bowed low, nervously fiddling with her phone. What did someone like Jessl

All the way inside the car, Gennifer kept pressing her husband to explain everything without holding anything back. This time, Gennifer wasn't playing around. She simply couldn't contain the exploding curiosity tearing through her heart. "Marvin, talk to me!" Marvin's fingers gripped the steering wheel tighter. He was caught between focusing on the road and figuring out the right way to explain everything properly to his wife. One wrong word, and things could get messy. Marvin remained silent. It wasn't until they arrived home and were about to settle down for the night that Marvin leaned over to Gennifer on the bed. He wrapped his arms around her, gathered the right words in his mind, and finally told her the unvarnished truth. "Buried deep beneath my family's land are billions of tons of Glorisium ore. If converted into cash, it amounts to trillions of dollars—an astronomical sum." Gennifer leaned back, utterly stunned. "Not many people know about this?" Marvin nodded. "That's

Marvin, still standing, reached up to stroke his chin and said, "Freya, make sure to attach a letter of recommendation from Winsoil's General Manager—the honorable Mr. Russell Winston. I'm certain that letter will serve as a primary consideration." The more he was praised, the more Russell's head swelled. "Now that's a decent idea, you former convict. I thought your brain was a hundred percent rotted, but it turns out it's still good for something. All right, I'll draft that letter for you later. There's no way Mr. Zavier won't take it into account." "For sure. Your reputation is just too massive, brother-in-law!" Marvin chimed in again. Gennifer couldn't take it anymore. She slipped away to parts unknown, though one thing was certain—she needed to let out the laughter that was about to burst from her stomach. Freya, who had no idea who Zavier was, could only nod along. "I hope I can get hired right away tomorrow. I'm already so impatient." In Russell's mind, if Freya genuinely go

Jesslyn approached Marvin and greeted him, "How have you been? What brings you here to Rockxill, Marvin?" Faced with this unexpected greeting, Marvin didn't look flustered at all. He smiled and replied, "I'm doing well. I'm just here to see someone at Rockxill. And let me guess—you're going to start your new job as a secretary here today, right, Jesslyn?" Jesslyn smoothed down her white shirt and black blazer. "Do you think I look better in a short skirt or trousers like this?" she asked, her eyes shining with anticipation. Marvin cast an approving glance over Jesslyn's slender figure. At a glance, her silhouette bore a striking resemblance to his wife's, right down to the dark hair. However, Jesslyn possessed a slightly rounder, cuter face, whereas Gennifer's features were sharper and more resolute. "In my opinion, trousers suit you much better. Word has it that the company's owner prefers employees who dress modestly rather than anything too revealing. And one more thing: he hate