Chapter 184 Don't Expect You Can Get Away Unscathed
Mary's brow furrowed and wondered,
'What the hell is Matthew playing at? He had his bodyguards block me and ignored my calls, and now he just strolls into the elevator like nothing happened?'
Mary's expression froze, and she was about to leave.
"What are you doing?" Matthew's cold voice cut in.
Mary snapped, "I don't share space with trash."
Matthew's brow furrowed, and a dangerous vibe filled the small elevator. He pressed the close button, trapping her inside.
Mary glared at him, standing in the corner, her whole vibe exuding cold and detached.
Before, he didn't want to see her. Now, she didn't want to be near him.
Matthew noticed her expression, his eyes cold and unreadable.
"Where's the evidence?" he asked.
Mary replied, "I already sent it to you."
Matthew said, "My phone was off."
Mary sneered. "Can't you turn it on?"
Matthew gave her a deep look and suddenly asked, "If I gave you a knife right now, would you stab me?"
The coldness in her eyes was too clear. It made him very unhappy.
Mary continued, "If murder were legal."
Matthew's face grew colder, and the atmosphere in the elevator became tense. Mary felt it was getting hard to breathe.
She lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly. Thinking of the scene on the rooftop, she suddenly said, "Matthew, let's get a divorce."
This time, she agreed. She didn't want anything to do with him anymore. Since he liked Laura and wanted to be responsible for her, she wasn't going to get involved; it was a waste of time. She still had her own life to live.
Matthew didn't say anything, and the atmosphere in the elevator remained cold and oppressive.
Seeing that he didn't respond, Mary glanced up at him. Just as she was about to say something, the elevator doors opened, and he walked out with long strides.
Not far away, Michael was walking over.
Mary chased after him. "Matthew, what do you mean?"
Matthew got into the car without looking back. Mary quickly blocked the door from closing, staring at Matthew intently.
Matthew's cold eyes locked onto her. "You kidnapped Laura. I haven't even begun to deal with that. If I divorce you now and you run away, where would I find you? Mary, if you dare to do such a thing, don't expect to get away with it."
With that, he pried her fingers off and closed the car door.
"You!" Mary's eyes widened in disbelief.
Mary mused, 'He wants to hold me accountable? What's his plan, to kidnap me in return? But I hadn't done it!'
Mary's hands clenched into fists at her sides. Matthew was too despicable, and her heart grew cold! He didn't trust her at all.
Standing on the street, Mary felt the coldness emanating from the depths of her soul. It was as if an endless abyss lay before her, threatening to swallow her whole no matter how hard she tried to escape, pulling her deeper into despair.
"Bastard! Douchebag!" Mary cursed out loud, her eyes reddening.
Just then, her phone rang. She took it out and saw it was a call from Linda.
Mary's fingers instinctively tightened before she answered, "Hello, Mrs. Montagu."
Linda's gentle voice came through, "Mary, where are you? I'm heading to the beauty salon now. Could you come with me?"
