Chapter 695 Annoying
"Damn it! Damn it, damn it!"
The memory of Matthew living here so brazenly—playing the victim like she was some burden—made her blood boil.
That Matthew would stop at nothing to get what he wanted!
He was secretly plotting to take over the Montagu Group, yet he pretended to be a pitiful victim in front of her!
So infuriating!
Mary punched the throw pillow, distorting its shape.
"Mary, what did the pillow ever do to you?" Shirley's hesitant voice broke the silence.
Mary closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "I'm just pissed off and needed to vent."
Shirley walked over. "Well, venting like this isn't going to help. How about I take you somewhere fun?"
Mary looked at her. "Where to?"
Shirley grinned. "Come on, let's get dressed up first."
By the time they were ready, it was already dark outside.
Shirley looked at Mary's perfectly made-up face and couldn't help but feel a pang of envy. "Mary, you're already so beautiful without makeup, but with it, you're the most stunning woman in the world. No wonder that jerk Matthew refuses to divorce you. If I were him, I wouldn't either."
Mary's features were elegant and refined, her bright eyes and white teeth accentuated by the makeup, making her look even more striking. When she smiled, her dimples were enough to make anyone swoon.
"Where are we going?" Mary asked.
"Just follow me."
Shirley linked arms with her, and they left together.
Nightfall Bar.
Shirley smiled. "I heard there's a big show here tonight. I booked us a front-row seat. Want to check it out?"
Mary nodded. "Sure."
They entered the bar.
Nightfall Bar was a new spot, with handsome men and beautiful women, attracting more and more people. They occasionally had fresh, exciting events that drew in the young crowd.
It wasn't even eight o'clock yet, but the place was already packed. They made their way through the crowd to their front-row seats.
A waiter approached with a menu, crouching slightly in front of them. "What would you like to drink?"
Shirley looked at Mary. "What do you want to drink?"
Mary blinked. "You order. It's on me."
She didn't know much about drinks, so she left it to Shirley.
"Got it!"
Shirley took the menu, ordered a few bottles, and two special cocktails. The waiter then left.
Soon, a fruit platter was brought over. Mary picked up a strawberry and took a bite. It was sweet and tangy, delicious.
The lights flickered, and the dance floor was alive with a pole dance performance. The changing lights and rhythmic music drew everyone's attention to the dancer.
Shirley leaned in. "Consider this the opening act. The headliner will blow your mind."
Mary's eyes sparkled with anticipation.
If this sizzling pole dance was merely the warm-up, what kind of fireworks would the main act bring?
Time passed, and they sipped their drinks, watching as one dancer after another took the stage. The music grew more intense, and the crowd's excitement rose, making them forget their worries.
"It's starting!"
Shirley exclaimed in her ear.
Suddenly, all the lights went out, plunging the room into darkness.
Five seconds later, as the first beat of the music hit, the lights focused on the stage. A man in a black shirt stood with his head down, his shirt buttons unevenly fastened, revealing glimpses of his chest and abs.
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