Chapter 265 Mary Found Out
Dylan was taken aback, looking at Mary suspiciously. After a long pause, he finally said, "Mrs. Jones, you know everything?"
Mrs. Jones?
When Mary heard this title, her heart skipped a beat!
It was true!
William really was the young master of the Jones Group in New York City!
Why?
Why did it have to be this way?
The William she had slept with for three years was actually the young master of the Jones Group in New York City!
He seemed so ordinary, but why suddenly...
"Mrs. Jones, where are you going? I'll take you," Dylan said.
He quickly stood up, looking at the stumbling Mary as she left the boardroom, feeling quite at a loss.
Mary asking this meant she knew William's identity.
But why did she still look so shocked?
"Sorry, Mr. Brooks. I have something to do. I have to go. By the way, don't tell William about what I came to you for today," Mary said.
She snapped out of her daydream, bowed to Dylan, and then exited the boardroom.
Dylan was so scared that he quickly bowed his head and said, "Mrs. Jones, you flatter me."
It wasn't until Mary left the New York City branch of the Jones Group and got back into her car that she felt completely dazed, her mind blank.
William had deceived her.
He was obviously such a wealthy person. Why did he endure hardship with her for three years?
Why couldn't William tell her before?
Was there some hidden reason?
Mary cried, suddenly hugged the steering wheel, and sobbed, her heart aching.
But she also felt happy for William as he was no longer that useless person who could be humiliated by anyone.
He was the young master of the Jones Group in New York City.
It turned out that the person who had been helping her all along was her own husband.
It turned out that the billion-dollar investment was because of William.
It turned out that today's sales channel cooperation was also thanks to William.
But Mary's heart still hurt. It was a pain to be deceived.
They were clearly a couple. What couldn't they bear together?
After crying for a long time, Mary picked up the phone, and found the number marked "Husband." After thinking for a long time, she finally dialed it.
She wanted to hear William tell her personally if there was anything else she didn't know.
But halfway through the call, she immediately hung up.
Mary suddenly thought of something. Since William didn't tell her, it meant he must have his own reasons.
Could this matter be related to Jessica?
Mary was astute enough to perceive the tension between William and Jessica, especially considering that Jessica was William's stepmother.
Considering what William had said earlier about running away from home, Mary now suspected that William's departure was most likely because of Jessica.
Should she continue to play dumb?
At this moment, William's call suddenly came through, and he said playfully, "Honey, where are you? I miss you."
Mary wiped her tears and smiled, saying, "I'm at the company. What's up? Do you want me to come over and keep you company?"
"Never mind. You go ahead and work," William said, kissing Mary over the phone.
Just as they were about to hang up, Mary suddenly asked, "By the way, honey, do you remember what you told me last night at the hotel?"
William was stunned, recalling that he seemed to have told Mary that he was the young master of the Jones Group in New York City.
Did she believe it?
"I..." William stammered, suddenly regretting his impulsive confession at that time.
It didn't matter. After all, the identity of the young master of the Jones Group in New York City was not something to be feared.
There were still many groups and companies in the world that could rival the Jones Group in New York City.
So, William wasn't worried.
As long as his true identity wasn't exposed, it was fine. After all, this was not the right time.
But Mary, with a slightly reproachful tone, said angrily, "Alright, you mustn't joke about that anymore. The young master of the Jones Group in New York City is not you. I know you're not simple now, but that is the Jones Group. You can joke with me, but don't say it in front of others."
Mary chose to remain silent and to play dumb.
William breathed a sigh of relief, glad that Mary didn't believe it.
"Yes, I was just teasing you," William said, grinning, feeling relieved.
"Alright, I have to go. There's still work to do at the company," Mary said.
She said a few more words and hung up the phone, her smile freezing on her face.
She hoped William wouldn't get suspicious.
She would continue to play dumb until the day William explained everything to her.
Soon, William was discharged from the hospital and returned to work at BK Pharmaceuticals.
The company was still not very stable, especially with the Cater family stirring up trouble and uniting the board to suppress Mary's real power.
William heard about this and had George investigate. It turned out that Jessica was behind it.
The Cater family from Sunshine Bay City was a vassal of the Miller family.
Now, with the Cater family investing a large amount of capital, they had matched Mary's shares, each holding 30%!
So, the company now had two major shareholders.
Keith from the Cater family and Mary.
By the way, on the day William was discharged from the hospital, it was Abigail Ross who came to pick him up, as Mary had arranged.
Because Mary had been very busy lately dealing with Keith's endless tactics, she arranged for her newly hired secretary, Abigail, to pick William up from the hospital.
"Hello, Abigail," William said with a generous smile. However, when he saw Abigail, he frowned slightly, feeling that he had seen her somewhere before.
Who was she?
William couldn't remember for the moment, so he let it go.
Abigail was wearing an off-white professional suit. Her shiny, long hair draped over her shoulders, and her skin was delicate and smooth. She had small, exquisite features, a palm-sized face, and bright eyes.
When she stood in front of William, he felt a refreshing sense of clarity.
She was stunningly beautiful.
Mary really trusted him, letting such a beautiful woman pick him up from the hospital.
After being discharged, William thought Abigail had driven, but to his surprise, she had taken the bus.
What kind of arrangement was this?
Had he upset Mary?
As soon as they got on the bus, Abigail's beauty attracted everyone's attention.
Following behind her, William felt several gazes locking onto him.
Unfortunately, there were no seats left on the bus, and many people had just boarded, making the bus quite crowded.
Abigail chose to stand near the door, holding onto a strap.
William stood behind her and noticed a few tattooed young men with green eyes deliberately moving closer to Abigail.
Sporting a smirk, he sauntered towards the tattooed young man and effortlessly shoved him to the rear.
The tattooed young man glared at William but, seeing that he was taller and stronger, silently retreated.
William then stood directly behind Abigail, using his broad body to create a safe space for her.
After all, she was Mary's assistant, and it was his duty to look after her.
Abigail stiffened, her eyebrows furrowing. Just as she was about to say something, William winked at her and smiled, saying, "Don't worry. As long as I'm here, I won't let anyone bother you."
Abigail looked at the men on the bus who were eyeing her with desire and frowned.
She understood those looks; she had often been harassed by perverts on the bus before but had always ignored them.
But the biggest pervert here was clearly William himself!
This despicable guy!
He was already married and was Mary's husband.
Was he pretending to be a hero to take advantage of her?
Just as the rumors in the company said, he was a useless man.
Now, she had to add another label to him: pervert and scoundrel!
Abigail glared at him, leaning forward to keep some distance from William.
It was her first time being so close to a man, and she felt uncomfortable. With the bus's jolts, she felt an unusual touch!
Abigail gripped the strap tightly, trying to escape the strange sensation behind her!
She could clearly feel her breathing becoming rapid, and her cheeks were burning.
She wasn't a naive young girl; she knew what that sensation was.
But William behind her seemed glued to the bus floor, standing firmly behind her.
William was also helpless, feeling him annoyed.
The bus was too crowded, and he wasn't doing it on purpose. This was bound to cause a misunderstanding.
If Abigail complained to Mary, he would be in big trouble.
Abigail was now feeling both embarrassed and angry.
"Can you move back a bit?" Abigail said through gritted teeth, her cheeks as red as tomatoes.
"I'll try," William said, feeling ashamed and trying to move back but ended up bumping into someone else.
"Hey, what are you doing? Stop pushing!" A middle-aged woman immediately scolded him.
Instantly, the bus was filled with various curses and complaints.
"Sorry, I can't help it. We're almost at the stop," William apologized, trying to hunch over.
It was human nature; no one could avoid it.
Hearing this, Abigail tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her earlobes turning red.
What was wrong with William? Didn't he feel anything?
Or was he doing it on purpose!
He was a hypocrite who was good at pretending!
Abigail gritted her teeth, vowing to expose William's misconduct and tell Mary!
"By the way, Abigail, have we met before?" Suddenly, William asked from behind.
Abigail's body stiffened, and her eyes turned cold, reflecting a chill.
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