Chapter 685 Why Don't You Go Rob a Bank?
Herman looked confused. "What's going on?"
Matthew frowned. "I don't know. Just the smell of food makes me want to puke."
Herman rubbed his chin. "I'll get someone to make you some food and bring it over. Maybe that'll help."
Matthew didn't argue. He just closed his eyes, looking exhausted.
Maple Grove Manor.
Mary and Shirley had just finished dinner and were now playing video games in the living room.
"Help me, babe! I'm about to go down! We're both done for! Help! How is their jungler so fed?"
Shirley's screams filled the room. Every time they lost a game, she'd collapse on the bed, but as soon as a new game started, she was back in the fight.
Mary, on the other hand, stayed calm and steady, even though she wasn't playing that well.
Just then, a call came in. Since she was in the middle of a game, she put it on speaker and kept playing while answering.
Herman's voice came through. "Mary, I need a favor."
Shirley immediately chimed in, "Mary's appearance fee is pretty high. Can you afford it?"
Herman snapped, "I'm talking to Mary. You, zip it."
Mary said, "Shirley's got a point."
Herman paused before saying, "Can you make some food and bring it to the hospital? I'll pay whatever it costs."
Mary, still focused on her game, asked, "A hundred grand for one meal. Deal?"
Herman gritted his teeth. "Deal!"
"Alright." Mary agreed.
A hundred grand for one meal? Only a fool would turn that down! Especially since it was Matthew's money.
After finishing the game, she got up and headed to the kitchen.
Shirley followed her. "Are you really going to cook for him?"
Mary looked at her. "Where else are you going to find a job that pays this well?"
Shirley fell silent. She couldn't think of any.
Forget it. For that kind of money, it was worth it!
Mary kept it simple, making two vegetarian dishes that were easy to digest. When she arrived at the hospital, she saw that the window in Matthew's room was open. He looked terrible—weak and pale.
Herman saw her and said, "This is our last resort."
Mary was puzzled. "What's going on?"
Herman sighed. "He throws up at the smell of any food, whether it's from a restaurant or made by our house staff."
Mary looked at Matthew. "Really?"
Matthew didn't respond. He didn't even have the strength to open his eyes.
Herman set up a small table and took the food container from her. When he saw the simple dishes, he couldn't help but twitch his mouth.
"You're really expensive to hire."
Mary replied coolly, "You don't have to hire me."
Herman fell silent.
Amazingly, Matthew didn't throw up when he smelled the food.
Herman chuckled. "If I hadn't seen you looking so sick earlier, I'd think you were faking it."
Matthew's voice was hoarse. "I don't want to die just yet."
He picked up the utensils and started dining. It was miraculous—Mary's cooking not only didn't make him feel sick, but it also greatly stimulated his appetite.
Mary watched him and suddenly said, "In that case, how about a monthly subscription? I can give you a discount."
Herman looked at her. "How much for a month?"
Mary paused and said, "Twenty million dollars."
Herman's eyes widened. "Are you out of your damn mind?"
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