Chapter 88 Break Your Leg
The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
Matthew coldly said, "You've laid down so many conditions. Now, it's my turn."
Mary widened her eyes slightly, "No way! My life was put in danger, and now you're also setting conditions for me? Shame on you!"
Matthew said, "In the future, stay away from Robert."
Mary rejected, "That's impossible."
"Seriously?" Matthew frowned.
Mary said, "He saved my life. Without him, I would have died long ago. So I can't stay away from him. If possible, I must repay the favor."
Matthew said, "How will you repay the favor? By offering yourself?"
Mary replied, "Well... if he's willing, it works for me."
"Mary!" Matthew's tone grew more serious, "I'm not joking with you."
Mary's expression gradually calmed down, "Me either, Matthew. I don't think you would want things to escalate to the worst. It's either divorce or your approval of my conditions."
Matthew coldly said, "The worst? What do you plan to do?"
Mary replied, "I have a video and witnesses. If we go through with a divorce, it will be a storm of controversy, and that will be your loss. Is that enough?"
A cold smirk appeared at the corner of Matthew's lips, "In that case, before you take legal action, I'll lock you up and break your legs."
Mary's breath caught. At this moment, she surprisingly didn't doubt him!
If she really provoked Matthew, he might actually do it!
Mary tried to calm her emotions and said, "Matthew, do you really like Laura?"
If he liked Laura, shouldn't he marry her quickly?
If he didn't, why protect her at every turn?
It was truly incomprehensible.
Matthew said, "It's none of your business."
Mary sneered, "Heh!"
The tension returned.
Just then, Matthew's phone rang. He picked it up, and it was a call from Sam. "Hello?"
Sam said, "Mr. Montagu, Ms. Griffin has arrived home."
"Alright, come back now," Matthew ordered and hung up the phone.
Taking advantage of this moment, Mary stood up from his embrace, exhaled deeply, and said, "Matthew, you must agree to my conditions. Otherwise, if I quit, you won't find a replacement."
With that, she turned and left.
This time, Matthew didn't stop her.
Matthew watched her slender figure leave, his deep eyes seeming like an abyss without end.
When Sam entered, he saw Matthew holding a cigarette between his fingertips, the pale blue smoke curling and rising around his fingers.
Matthew raised his eyes, the gaze icy, "Sam, you've got a lot of nerve."
Sam froze, lowered his head, and remained silent.
Matthew stood up, walked over, and kicked Sam in the knee pit, making him kneel.
"That night, what exactly did you find out?" Matthew looked down at him, his demeanor exuding a chilling coldness.
Kneeling, Sam kept his back straight, "Mr. Montagu, for saving you, Ms. Griffin lost a leg. When you were unconscious, she endured the pain to take care of you. Later, when you went missing, she had been searching for you. You can't let her down!"
Matthew's tone grew even colder, "I'm asking you, what did you find out that night?"
