Chapter 108 Sometimes Have to Rip off the Band-Aid
With a straight face, Mary immediately walked out of this store and headed to another trendy brand store.
When Robert emerged and didn't see Mary, he paused, asking, "What's up?"
Shirley exclaimed in surprise, "Mr. Williams, I didn't expect you to look so good in a suit. Indeed, good-looking people can exude a supermodel vibe even in tattered clothes."
"Thank you for the compliment," Robert replied.
Shirley pointed, "Mary is in the store across."
Robert glanced at his suit, his eyes flashing briefly. He then returned to change and headed to the trendy store across from them.
Mary had already made her pick and told Robert, "Mr. Williams, this outfit suits your style well."
Robert smiled, "But I think that suit was pretty good too."
Mary asked, "Do you like suits?"
Robert replied, "Either is fine."
Mary said, "Then try this one on."
Robert agreed, "Okay."
As Shirley strolled over, she watched Mary's expression and leaned in, saying, "You didn't see it just now, but Robert looked really handsome in that suit."
Mary shrugged, "Don't all men look the same in suits?"
Shirley retorted, "How could they? If they're ugly, it's just a waste of good clothes."
Mary glanced at her, "What are you trying to say?"
Shirley's smile faded slightly. "I'm serious. If you want a divorce, to get rid of Matthew, maybe Mr. Williams can help."
Mary sighed, "Don't you think I have enough trouble with Matthew already?"
Her entanglement with Matthew was already complicated enough. Bringing Robert into the mess, would life become easier or more complicated?
Shirley shook her head, "As long as the Williams family pressures the Montagu family, the Montagu family will surely threaten Matthew to divorce you. Mary, sometimes you just have to rip off the Band-Aid and break up."
Mary fell silent.
At that moment, Robert emerged.
Dressed in trendy attire, he exuded an even more rebellious and wild vibe, an aura of wickedness swirling around him. His devilishly handsome appearance captured anyone who laid eyes on him.
Robert took out his phone and snapped a picture in front of the mirror. Perhaps intentionally, Mary's figure was captured in the shot.
He quickly posted this picture on Instagram. And there was also a sentence attached to it. It read: [Thank you for buying this for me, I love it.]
In Lindwood City's upper-class circles, it took merely a few shares for Robert's post to appear in one of Matthew's social groups.
At that moment, Matthew was going through documents when a pop-up suddenly appeared on his computer screen. His brows furrowed as he saw the photo flooding the group chat.
Robert had never posted a girl's photo before, so the discussion was particularly lively.
Coincidentally, Matthew saw it. Upon seeing the photo, his eyes turned cold.
Mary had actually gone shopping for Robert.
An icy aura enveloped Matthew, lowering the temperature around him by several degrees.
He immediately called Mary.
"Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently busy..." The next moment, the busy tone sounded, and Matthew couldn't help but laugh in frustration.
She had blocked him, hadn't she?
Great!
Matthew, with his elegant hands holding the phone, exuded an increasingly cold and icy demeanor and called out, "Michael."
The office door opened, and Michael walked in.
Matthew tossed a stack of documents at him, his voice cold, "Who verified these? Take them back and redo them."
Michael looked down, his expression somewhat numb.
These were all tasks Mary was responsible for.
