Chapter 3

Caleb frowned deeply, his expression darkening.

“Molly, what do you mean? You’re calling me a stranger?”

I nodded slightly. “We have nothing to do with each other anymore.”

I was in a hurry to keep looking for my child and didn’t have time to argue with him.

Grace walked quickly to his side, saw the check, and seemed to understand something.

A flicker of displeasure crossed her eyes, but she still kept her tone gentle.

“Molly, if you don’t want direct help, we can recommend a job for you.”

“A friend of mine owns a boutique and they’re hiring a retail associate. It’s twenty-five dollars an hour. The starting pay might not be high, but once you learn the ropes, there’s room to grow. It’s definitely more stable than unstable freelance work.”

“I can give you the store manager’s number. You can contact them directly. What do you think?”

My expression didn’t change. I kept searching for my son.

“Thank you, but I’m very happy with my current job. I have no plans to switch industries.”

Someone in the crowd spoke up: “Molly, don’t be so stubborn. They’re being nice and trying to help you. Why won’t you accept it?”

“Exactly. Look at you, coming to a yacht party in your pajamas to look for a kid. Isn’t that just a way to get an opportunity? Now that an opportunity’s here, you’re acting all high and mighty. Who are you putting on a show for?”

Grace kept an elegant smile on her face. “Everyone, don’t say that. Maybe Molly really does love her current job.”

She turned to me, her tone soft but with a subtle hint of condescension. “Molly, we’re trying to help you because of our history. Don’t just hold out for the sake of pride. Also, your child is lost. You must be really anxious right now, right?”

I was baffled. Why were they still mocking me at a time like this?

If I really wanted to compare, the total assets of everyone here combined probably wouldn’t even match the value of my jewelry designs.

“I really don’t need it, thank you,” I replied coldly and turned to go to another area.

Grace’s smile remained, but her eyes chilled a little.

Caleb clenched the check in his hand, his voice dripping with sarcasm: “You’re hopeless. You’re given a chance and you don’t even know how to take it. You deserve to stay mediocre!”

His words made more people look over.

A heavyset male guest came up to me with a wine glass and tried to make me drink: “Molly, seeing how down-to-earth you are now, tell you what — you drink one glass, and I’ll give you a thousand dollars.”

“If you think that’s too little, I can add more.”

The man’s eyes unashamedly swept over my body.

People around us laughed under their breath. No one stepped in to stop it.

I was just about to call a server when Caleb suddenly grabbed the man’s wrist.

The air pressure around him dropped instantly, and his face was terrifyingly dark.

“What do you think my yacht is? If you want to throw your weight around, go somewhere else. She’s not someone you can harass!”