Chapter 787 Don't Brag, It's Easy to Get Struck by Lightning
Mary could hear the teasing in his voice and tried to keep her cool, responding even more coldly, "Fine, don't come then."
"I'll come, I have to come. You invited me. Even if I were on a plane right now, I'd tell the pilot to turn around just to have dinner with you," Matthew said immediately, his tone eager.
Mary felt a shiver run down her spine and retorted, "Stop bragging, or you'll get struck by lightning."
With that, she hung up the phone.
Matthew chuckled, looking at the disconnected call. He glanced at the airplane door that was about to close and said, "Cancel the flight."
The flight attendant was stunned.
Michael, sitting in the front, turned around immediately. "Mr. Montagu, we're heading to Seraphim to discuss a strategic partnership. If we cancel now, they'll be upset, and it will be hard to negotiate later."
Matthew's tone was indifferent. "Then find another company."
With that, he got up and left the business class cabin.
Michael was speechless.
Matthew was getting more and more capricious!
But he could guess that the only person who could make Matthew drop his work was Mary.
He used to say he didn't care, that he didn't like her.
And now?
Regretting it, huh?
As night fell, Mary sat at the dining table, looking at the gradually cooling dishes, her beautiful brows furrowed.
She checked the time; an hour had passed.
What was this?
Was Matthew not coming?
If he wasn't coming, he could at least say something.
Her expression grew colder. She took out her phone to call Shirley to come over for dinner, but the doorbell rang.
Mary got up to open the door and saw Matthew standing there in a black coat, with a dark gray business suit and a matching tie underneath, impeccably dressed.
"Sorry, there was traffic," he said, his attractive eyes fixed on her, then walked in.
Matthew took off his coat and handed it to her.
Mary was speechless, but still hung the coat on the rack by the door.
Matthew saw the table full of food, and a smile appeared on his face.
"Alright, what do you want?" Mary asked, looking at him. "You knew I had conditions, and you still came?"
Matthew replied, "It's rare to have a meal cooked by you. I can handle a few simple conditions."
Mary was silent for a moment, then said, "Let's eat first."
Fortunately, the food was still warm.
They ate in silence.
Her cooking seemed to have improved a lot; the flavors were even better. He couldn't help himself and ate most of it.
Mary only had one bowl before putting down her utensils and quietly watching him eat.
A moment later, Matthew also put down his utensils and wiped his mouth with a napkin.
"Now, let's talk," Mary said. "You have evidence of Rebecca's arson and poisoning, right?"
Matthew nodded, "Yes."
Mary extended her hand, "Give it to me."
Matthew looked at the empty table and raised an eyebrow slightly, "You think one meal is enough to exchange for something so important?"
Mary frowned. "Then what do you want?"
Matthew looked at her palm and directly took her hand, "The same agreement as before."
Mary immediately pulled her hand back, stood up, and left the dining room. "Clean up!"
She threw out the words and didn't look back at him.
She was a bit angry. If she had known, she wouldn't have cooked. All that food went into that jerk's stomach!
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