Chapter 300 This Mouth, Better Off Without It
"Yo, Michael!" Matthew hollered.
Michael ducked his head, keeping his mouth shut.
He thought, 'Dude, Matthew, you got a mouth for a reason. If you don't spill, how's Mary gonna know?'
Michael felt like he was doing all the heavy lifting for Matthew and Mary's drama!
Mary blinked, "So, it's safe if I go with you??"
Matthew, ice-cold, "I ain't letting you die."
Mary went quiet.
Michael went quiet too.
Michael thought, 'Man, Matthew should just zip it! How could he say that!'
Mary stood up. "I'll think about it."
Outta nowhere, Matthew slammed the file on the table, his face looking like a storm was brewing.
"Think about it? Do you think before you eat or hit the bathroom?" Matthew shot back, all sarcastic.
Mary's face turned frosty. " Am I supposed to be your puppet, doing whatever you say? Matthew, what do you take me for?"
The room got tense, real quick.
Michael stood there, sweating bullets!
He thought, 'How does a tiny thing blow up like this with them? This is about to get real ugly.'
Michael racked his brain for a way to chill things out.
Matthew's eyes were like ice. "With me, you don't get to say no."
Michael clammed up even more; there was no fixing this now.
Mary let out a bitter laugh, turned around, and came back with a suitcase.
Michael's eyes widened, and he rushed forward, "Ms. Smith, don't do anything rash. Chill out. Mr. Montagu's just worried about you. This place is sketchy, and if something goes down..."
"Not his problem!" Mary snapped, shoving Michael aside and heading for the door.
Matthew's cold voice echoed, "Tell the manager to lock down the club. No one's leaving."
Michael thought that was way too harsh.
Mary spun around, eyes blazing. "Matthew, are you nuts? I wanna leave, and you think you can stop me?"
Matthew lounged on the couch, oozing arrogance. "I said, without my say-so, you ain't going anywhere."
'Damn it!' Mary screamed inside.
Mary's chest heaved with rage.
Michael stood there, unsure, "Actually, this whole thing..."
"Shut up!"
"Shut up!"
Both of them snapped, making Michael zip it instantly.
Michael thought, 'Matthew's scary as hell. How does he even live a normal life?'
Mary's temper flared, and with a cold laugh, she stormed off.
But as soon as she opened the door, she saw a bunch of bodyguards. They reached out to stop her.
Mary ignored them and kept walking.
The bodyguards' faces went pale. If they didn't move, they'd be touching places they shouldn't!
They thought, 'Matthew would totally chop off our hands!'
They instinctively stepped back but still blocked her way.
Mary got what was up and pushed forward even harder.
So, they all ended up in this weird standoff at the elevator.
The lead bodyguard wiped his sweaty forehead, "Mrs. Montagu, please don't make this hard for us."
Mary said, "Just don't block me."
The bodyguard said, "If you leave, we're all dead."
Mary sneered, "I'd love to see him try. Then he can rot in jail, and no one will stop me anymore."
