Chapter 491 The Roommate
Elizabeth sobbed in his arms for a while, then wiped her tears and looked up at him. "Have you been waiting long?"
Michael looked down at her and smiled. "Not too long. Susan's already made dinner, just waiting for you to come back and eat."
Elizabeth immediately said, "Then let's hurry back. We still need to get ready to move!"
She naturally took Michael's hand.
He looked down at her small hand holding his larger one, shook his head with a smile, and pushed away the chaotic thoughts in his mind.
What big secret could she be hiding from him?
She loved him so much.
His villa was newly renovated, waiting for its mistress to move in. They would live happily together, and nothing and no one could separate them.
In a private room at a bar in Aurora Bay.
Matthew was drinking with a few guys.
He'd been feeling a bit annoyed lately. Sherry had been staying at his place every day, constantly in his face, driving him crazy.
Oh, she said yesterday that she found a job and would be moving out soon.
Hearing this good news, Matthew should have been happy. So, he booked a private room and called a few people to drink with him.
But for some reason, he still felt irritated.
A young man in a floral shirt came over and put his arm around Matthew's shoulder. "Matthew, I've got the latest scoop. This place got a lot of new girls yesterday."
He winked at Matthew as he said this.
This was Owen Miller, the youngest son of the Miller family, notorious for his love of women. Matthew wasn't very familiar with him and didn't know who had invited him.
Owen was a regular in the nightlife scene.
Matthew gently brushed off his arm and frowned. "What new girls?"
Owen made a call, and soon the bar owner came to the private room.
"Mr. Miller, Mr. Anderson, what can I do for you?"
Owen stood up. "Alfie, Matthew and I are sitting here, and you're not bringing out your new girls?"
Alfie immediately understood, smiling obsequiously. "My bad! I'll get them right away!"
He left the room. Shortly after, the door opened again, and a few scantily clad girls walked in.
Matthew turned to Owen. "Is this what you were talking about?"
Owen chuckled, patting his shoulder. "Matthew, don't pretend. I know you like this too!"
Matthew frowned again and pushed his arm away.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed one of the girls staring at him.
Following her gaze, he widened his eyes in shock.
Sherry was wearing a tight leopard print outfit tonight, the skirt so short it was almost indecent. She had heavy makeup on and wore exaggerated large earrings. He hadn't recognized her at first glance.
Matthew was startled by her look.
The next second, he stood up, strode over to her, grabbed her wrist, and dragged her out of the room.
Sherry, in seven-inch heels, stumbled and nearly twisted her ankle as Matthew pulled her along.
Matthew angrily dragged her outside the bar.
Sherry frowned, rubbing her reddened wrist. "Matthew, are you out of your mind? Why are you interrupting my work? How am I supposed to get paid if you drag me out like this?"
Matthew was so angry he put his hands on his hips and paced back and forth outside.
He breathed heavily, his tone serious. "Sherry!"
He pointed at her. "Is this the job you said you found?"
Seeing her stand still, he pointed at the bar's sign in anger. "You work in a place like this? You have no ambition, no self-respect, no self-love, and you're just letting yourself fall? Are you that desperate for money?"
Sherry looked at his furious expression and scoffed. "Matthew, do you want to be a savior? You dragged me out tonight, so I can't earn tips or money to pay your rent. What about tomorrow night? The night after? Am I supposed to live off you forever?"
Matthew frowned at her. "I never said you couldn't!"
Sherry glared back. "But I don't want to owe you! Staying at your place is just temporary! I told you, I'll pay you back!"
Matthew was stunned. "You can ask Michael! He's rich! Just ask him for some money, and you'll be fine."
Sherry ignored him and turned back into the bar.
Matthew stood at the bar entrance, feeling dizzy in the night breeze.
He sat on the stone platform outside, took out his phone, and called Michael.
"Michael, you need to do something about your sister. If you don't, she's going to completely fall apart."
Michael's tone was indifferent. "Then let her fall."
Matthew was speechless, his words stuck in his throat.
He stood up, pacing anxiously. "No, Michael! She's working at a bar! You have no idea what she's wearing tonight!"
"If you care so much, you deal with it. Why tell me? I don't even know her."
"No, Michael! She's your sister! Aren't you worried about your reputation if people find out you have a sister working in a bar? You could have stopped this!"
Michael was impatient. "You have a roommate working in a bar. Aren't you proud?"
Matthew was desperate. "I talked to her! How do you know I didn't? But she won't listen to me!"
Michael hesitated. "Go find her."
Matthew, feeling like he had received orders, rushed back into the bar and dragged Sherry out again.
This time, Sherry was truly fed up. She struggled to break free. "Matthew! Let go of me!"
Matthew refused. "No way! Michael told me to keep an eye on you!"
Sherry stared at him in disbelief. "You called Michael for permission on something like this? You're really his lapdog!"
Matthew didn't care. "Say what you want, but you're not going back in tonight."
He dragged her towards the parking lot.
He had already arranged for a driver.
Matthew opened the back door and pushed Sherry into the back seat.
"Let's go."
Sherry continued to struggle. "Matthew! Let me go back! If you do this, all my work tonight will be for nothing! The boss won't pay me!"
Matthew was exasperated. "If he won't pay, I will! Just stay put!"
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