Chapter 20 William, Save Me!
Meanwhile, William had arrived early at the Eagle Trade Showroom.
Today was his father-in-law's exhibition, and he was there to lend a hand.
Upon entering, William saw that the showroom was set up to a high standard, exuding quality and taste, far from a small-time affair.
It seemed Patricia had spared no effort.
At that moment, Stephanie noticed William at the entrance, looking around. She approached him with a smile. "Hello,what can I do for you? "
Today's exhibition was of great importance, and Patricia had instructed early on that everything had to be perfect.
Moreover, many of the attendees were prominent figures from Lindwood City.
Therefore, all staff had to be respectful and humble, never to judge by appearances.
Stephanie initially thought William was one of the exhibitors, as several had already checked in at the reception next door.
But to her surprise, it was him.
William looked up with a faint smile. "Hello, we meet again. I'm looking for Tyler."
"Tyler?" Stephanie was puzzled but quickly smiled and bowed slightly. "Please follow me."
William nodded inwardly, appreciating the girl's sincerity.
But before they had taken a few steps, sarcastic comments followed from behind.
"Well, William, you're here?" Matthew entered the showroom with a few others, exuding an air of haughty arrogance.
William turned around, smiling in response. "Just arrived."
Matthew approached, dressed in an expensive navy blue suit, looking dapper and imposing.
He patted William on the shoulder, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Actually, you shouldn't have come today. It's embarrassing. All the big shots of Lindwood City are here. What would it look like for a good-for-nothing son-in-law of The Smith Family to show up? Wouldn't that be a slap in the face for Tyler?"
William furrowed his brows, not intending to engage with Matthew, and turned to leave.
Seeing this, Matthew was infuriated. What trash, daring to be so arrogant!
“I'm still talking to you, what's with that attitude?” He asked agnarily.
"Mr. Anderson, your friend seems to look down upon you." one of Matthew's companions joked.
"William, stop right there!"
Matthew was furious, his anger fueled by yesterday's events. He strode over, gripping William's shoulder harshly. "You're a loser, you have no right to be in the Eagle Trade Showroom. Get out now!"
"Damn, he's that William who sold the fake painting."
"Such a typical loser, look at what he's wearing, like a complete bumpkin."
"This guy is Mary's husband? What a waste!"
Matthew's friends joined in the scornful laughter.
This made Matthew feel somewhat satisfied.
‘Look at you, William, what a disgrace you are.
Mary marrying such a loser like you, it's utterly shameful.’ He brooded.
William's brows furrowed, his expression turning cold. "I'm here to help."
"Help?" Matthew laughed out loud. "That's hilarious. Does this place look like it needs a good-for-nothing like you? You want to come here and serve boxed lunches to the dignitaries?"
This was bordering on professional humiliation.
"Mr. Anderson, he's still a delivery guy? You didn't mention that last time."
"No wonder he reeks of gutter oil."
"Get this kind of trash out of here fast, don't let him pollute the air."
The group laughed mockingly.
William's expression hardened, his gaze icy as he looked at Matthew. "There's no high or low in professions, and I don't think delivering food is dirty."
‘These people really look down on others. What's wrong with being a delivery person? Is it shameful?’
‘Every day, so many office workers in the city wait for us delivery people. Should I be proud? No, I need to change people's perception of delivery workers. I should find time to update our delivery vehicles. Electric bikes won't do, perhaps Harley-Davidson would be nice.’ He pondered.
Seeing William's face contort, Matthew sneered and patted his shoulder heavily. "A loser is always a loser, never fit to be on stage."
After speaking, he turned to Stephanie, pointing at William. "You let trash like him in? Isn't that an insult to the Eagle Trade Showroom? Kick him out immediately."
Stephanie's face was stern. "I'm sorry, Mr. Anderson, our manager has instructed us to treat everyone as guests. I can't do that."
Couldn't do it?
Fine!
Matthew stormed off angrily, shooting a venomous glance at William before leaving with his friends. He was in a hurry to curry favor and show off in front of Tyler.
After Matthew left, William politely thanked Stephanie, "Thank you."
"No need to thank me, and it's what I should do. Let me take you to the lounge." Stephanie said with a smile, leading the way with a graceful sway.
William watched her retreating figure. Although she couldn't compare to Mary's beauty, she was a good eight out of ten and treated people with genuine courtesy—a good girl indeed.
Meanwhile, Mary was in the restroom, looking at her reflection in the mirror. Beside her was the box Anthony had given her, containing the shameful clothes.
She took a deep breath.
Speaking to her reflection, Mary murmured, "For Sarah, for this family, I must do this."
The poor, foolish woman reluctantly changed into the humiliating outfit Anthony had given her.
Half an hour later, Mary draped her coat over her shoulders and left the company building, heading straight for the waiting Mercedes.
To be cautious, Mary had already composed a message to William, which she carefully placed in her bag.
Anthony, sitting in the back seat, watched Mary approach with a ferocious smile.
‘Mary, you still wore it.’ He thought.
Anthony swallowed his saliva.
The car door closed, and they drove straight to the Star Club.
Inside the Star Club's Room 888.
Anthony pushed open the door, ushering Mary in, and announced loudly, "Patrick, look, this is our company's Ms. Smith, Mary."
Mary followed Anthony into the room. The suite was spacious, with dim, colorful lights. A man in his forties sat on the sofa, surrounded by glamorous women, puffing on a cigar.
Patrick stood up to greet her politely, "I've heard much about Ms. Smith, and saw you today You are indeed a great beauty. Please, have a seat."
"Patrick, you're too kind."
Mary took a seat and shook hands with Patrick.
The lecherous old man held onto Mary's hand a bit too long, unwilling to let go.
Such tender skin, so smooth.
Patrick squinted his eyes, having already appraised Mary several times. Such a creature of beauty, she seemed to ooze maturity!
Feeling awkward, Mary pulled her hand away, managing a smile. "Mr. Rivera."
Realizing his impropriety, Patrick quickly let go and sat back down, smiling. "Ms. Smith, you're too charming. Here, this is a famous French liquor, Rémy Martin, you'll surely like it."
Patrick said cheerily, still holding his cigar, as he poured a full glass for Mary.
However, Mary declined, "Mr. Rivera, I can't drink."
As she spoke, she tugged at her coat, covering her legs, because Patrick kept staring at them.
Seeing Mary hesitate, Anthony smirked. "Ms. Smith, this is my cousin pouring you a drink. It wouldn't be polite to refuse, right?"
Patrick set the glass on the coffee table, leaned back, and said coldly, "Ms. Smith, are you looking down on me? If that's the case, then we don't need to talk about our cooperation."
A blatant threat. They had barely entered the room, and already his true colors showed.
Mary pondered for a moment, then picked up the glass. "Mr. Rivera, please don't be angry. I'll drink."
With that, she frowned and downed the entire glass of Rémy Martin.
All for Sarah, for home.
"Mr. Rivera, are you satisfied?" Mary finished the drink, wiped her lips, and gestured with the empty glass.
Patrick applauded, squinting his eyes with a smile. "Ms. Smith indeed has a good tolerance for alcohol."
In the following half-hour, Mary was continuously urged to drink by Anthony and Patrick, until she was dizzy and slumped on the sofa, babbling drunkenly.
Anthony and Patrick exchanged glances, and the latter stood up and approached Mary with a sneer. "Ms. Smith, how about we change the game?"
Mary was beautiful, standing 1.7 meters tall, with waterfall-like blonde hair exuding an intoxicating fragrance.
Patrick couldn't wait and started to pull at Mary's coat.
"What are you doing!"
Mary dazed, seeing her own blurry double image, suddenly recoiled in shock, clutching her coat, calling out helplessly and fearfully, "Don't come any closer, I need to go back."
As she spoke, Mary dragged her heavy body, stumbling to the door.
The door wouldn't open!
At that moment, Mary found herself without help.
Patrick caught up to Mary from behind, burying his head in her hair, inhaling deeply.
"Ms. Smith, you can't escape. As long as you serve me well, the cooperation will go smoothly," Patrick said with a smile.
Mary tensed up, managing to break free and push Patrick away, slapping him across the face. She grabbed a fruit knife from her bag, leaning against the wall, holding her throbbing head. "Don't come any closer! "
Patrick licked his lips, the pain on his cheek igniting his lust, cursing, "Bitch, playing innocent with me!"
With that, he lunged forward, snatched the fruit knife from Mary's hand, and, grabbing her hair, slapped her hard across the face.
Mary winced in pain, her head hitting the wall, leaving her slumped on the ground, her head spinning.
Meanwhile, Anthony sat nearby, watching everything unfold with a cold smile.
Mary weakly cried out, "Help!"
At that moment, all she could think of was William!
She struggled desperately, reaching into her bag, and with all her might pressed the send button on her phone.
Patrick dragged Mary’s ankle to a nearby sofa.
Anthony also stood up, and the two men looked at Mary, who was rolling her eyes with a trickle of blood on her forehead and laughed coldly.
At the same time, at the Eagle Trade Showroom, William was about to enter the lounge when his phone rang.
He opened the message. It was from Mary.
The content was simple, but it made his blood boil and his pupils dilate with fury.
[William, Star Club, save me!]
Those five words sent William into a rage.
Damn it!
Something's happened to Mary. Mary was in trouble!
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