Chapter 498 Take Good Care
The man's face lit up with a big smile. "Really? No wonder you're glowing today! How about we skip the shopping and grab some dinner instead? I've already got us a table at that fancy restaurant next door, your favorite spot by the window!"
The woman hesitated but took the man's arm as they left the clothing store.
At the restaurant, the man turned to her and said, "Babe, you've tried on so many outfits today that your makeup's a bit smudged. Want to freshen up in the restroom?"
The woman gasped, quickly pulling out a mirror from her purse. She covered her mouth in shock and rushed to the restroom.
The man let out a long sigh of relief. He took out his phone, found Michael's number, and dialed it, his tone becoming extremely respectful.
"Mr. Thomas, they've left the café. I've sent the photos of their meeting to your email."
"Good. Your payment will be sent shortly."
"Thank you, Mr. Thomas."
In the CEO's office at Stellar Enterprises, Michael hung up the call with the private investigator and opened his email.
High-resolution photos of Elizabeth meeting with William and Quinn appeared on his screen.
Michael's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the photos.
They met again.
What could Elizabeth possibly need to discuss with the Thomas family so frequently?
Michael opened his contacts, hesitated for a long time, and finally dialed a number.
A low voice answered, "Mr. Thomas, you don't usually contact me."
Michael frowned deeply, unsure of how to begin.
The voice on the other end guessed, "Mr. Thomas, are you in a difficult situation?"
Michael's voice was hoarse. "She's my wife. I don't want to involve you unless absolutely necessary."
The voice understood. "I see. You must be in a lot of pain."
Michael struggled to speak. "Yes. I feel like once I do this, it will open a floodgate, and things will spiral out of control."
"Mr. Thomas, I'm always here. Whenever you're ready, just let me know."
Michael seemed to make a decision. "Let's start now. I'll send you her number."
"Alright, Mr. Thomas."
After hanging up, Michael sent Elizabeth's phone number to the contact.
Having done all this, he spread his hands, leaned back in his chair, and took deep breaths, feeling utterly exhausted.
He closed his eyes tightly and silently thought, 'Elizabeth, I'm not doubting you. I just want to know what you've been up to lately. Forgive me for using such an underhanded method to uncover your secrets.'
That night, at Midnight Bar.
Matthew returned, responding to Owen's invitation.
The last time they were here, Owen had been captivated by Sherry at first sight.
Despite her revealing clothes and heavy makeup, she stood out among the other hostesses, so unique and eye-catching.
Owen couldn't stop thinking about her after that night, vowing to have her.
Owen noticed Matthew seemed particularly interested in Sherry, so he invited Matthew out tonight to get his opinion on her.
Owen eagerly poured Matthew a drink. "Hey, Matthew, have a drink!"
Matthew didn't hold back. Lately, he'd been feeling unusually frustrated, a feeling he had never experienced before.
He picked up the glass in front of him and downed it in one gulp.
Owen patted Matthew on the shoulder, giving him a thumbs up. "Matthew, you're a champ! Let's have another."
He picked up the bottle and poured Matthew another drink.
Matthew didn't know what was wrong with him tonight; he just wanted to drink. He felt a heavy weight in his chest that he couldn't shake off. Desperate to vent, he found no outlet other than to keep drinking.
After four or five glasses, Matthew felt dizzy and leaned back in the booth with a long exhale.
Owen sat closer, smiling. "Matthew, that hostess you took home the other night, did you sleep with her? How was it?"
Matthew squeezed his eyes shut, then forced them open, trying to remember who Owen was talking about. He frowned. "Who? Who are you talking about?"
Owen laughed. "The beautiful girl you took home that night. I saw her get in your car. How was your night together?"
Matthew finally understood. He scoffed indifferently. "Her? Just an ugly woman. Nothing special."
Owen's face lit up. He handed Matthew another drink. "Matthew, you're a great drinker. Let's keep going!"
Matthew took the glass and downed it again.
Owen leaned in and whispered, "Matthew, since you don't care about Sherry, I'm going to make my move. I thought she might be your lover, but now I see she's not. Watch me work my magic."
Matthew's head throbbed, his mind a foggy mess. Owen's words seemed off, but he couldn't pinpoint why. He frowned deeply, struggling to think but coming up empty.
Owen called over two subordinates. "You two, help Matthew upstairs to a room so he can rest."
"What's up with Matthew tonight? He's usually a heavy drinker."
The two men followed Owen's orders, each taking one of Matthew's arms and helping him out of the booth, into the elevator, and up to a room.
As soon as Matthew's head hit the pillow, he passed out.
Back in the booth, Owen had called over the bar owner, Alfie.
Holding a drink, Owen loosened his shirt collar and approached Alfie.
"Alfie, you heard that, right? Matthew doesn't care about that hostess. I don't know what you were thinking, trying to brush me off with that excuse. What, is she your prized possession, only for you?"
He placed a hand on Alfie's shoulder.
Sweat beaded on Alfie's forehead. "Mr. Miller."
Owen leaned in close. "I've never failed to get a woman I want. Alfie, didn't you say Matthew specifically asked you to take care of Ms. Reed? Well, tonight, I'm going to 'take good care' of her."
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