Chapter 170 He Deserves Bad Luck!
Mary said, "Sounds like a plan."
Linda's smile widened. "I actually like you. It'd be great if you stayed with Matthew."
Mary smiled back. "I'll think about it."
Linda nodded. "Sure, let me know if you need anything. I'm here to help."
"Thanks, Mrs. Montagu." Mary agreed, but she vaguely suspected that Linda might have ulterior motives. Given Linda's status, Mary couldn't confront her directly.
So, whatever Linda said, Mary just went along with it. Whether she would actually do it was another matter.
Mary stood up. "Mrs. Montagu, I need to go home. Goodbye."
"Alright, take care." Linda smiled as she watched Mary leave, sipping her coffee. She ended the recording on her phone, a dangerous glint in her eyes that quickly vanished.
Back home, Mary got a call from Shirley. She put it on speaker while cooking.
"Mary, you won't believe Herman! He hates cilantro but always orders Mexican food with it, making me pick it out! Can you believe it?" Shirley sounded so furious that it seemed like she wanted to tear Herman apart!.
Mary was surprised. "Is he really that bad?"
Shirley fumed. "Yes! I shouldn't have hit him earlier. Why didn't I just kill him?"
Mary advised, "Not worth going to jail over him."
Shirley took a deep breath, trying to make more complaints, but Herman's voice came through faintly.
"Here we go again. I curse him never to find a girlfriend or true love. He's making life hard for a gorgeous girl like me. He deserves bad luck!" After more cursing, Shirley said, "Mary, I'll talk to you later. Bye!"
"Okay." Mary hung up, feeling both amused and exasperated. She realized Herman was retaliating against Shirley for hitting him. Are all men this petty?
After a simple pasta dinner, Mary sat on the couch. She wanted to watch TV, but the issue of Matthew's poisoning weighed on her mind.
She remembered the groceries she had bought and decided to clear out the fridge, but she couldn't tell which items were poisoned.
Mary rubbed her chin, thinking about calling the police, but that would take too long.
Suddenly, she thought of Robert. Mary hesitated and then called him, as she didn't have many connections and needed Robert's help.
She already owed him a favor and didn't know how she'd repay him.
"Hello?" Robert's lazy voice came through quickly.
Mary hesitated. "Robert, are you busy?"
"Not really, what's up?" Robert replied.
Mary felt embarrassed. "I need a favor. A big one."
Robert asked, "Are you home right now?"
"Yes," Mary answered.
Robert said, "Open the door in five minutes."
