He was bringing up Martin again!
"Can we not drag unrted people into our business? Seriously."
"When you mentioned Victoria, you didn''t seem to have that kind of awareness."
Rosemary smirked sarcastically, "Oh, she''s unrted?"
Maxwell didn''t say a word, but his look clearly screamed that she was being unreasonable.
"An unrted person shing your supplementary card around, dropping hundreds of thousands in
one go? Really?"
Maxwell''s supplementary card had no spending limit. How could just anyone get their hands on that
sort of privilege?
Frowning, he asked, "Who told you that?"
"Your little sweetheart spilled the beans."
The term “little sweetheart” tightened Maxwell''s frown as he gripped her chin with his long fingers,
sizing her up as if she were an item for sale, "How have you managed to survive this long with such
a birdbrain?"
"Maxwell!"
Before Rosemary could retort, the waiter started bringing dishes to the table one after another. She
shook off his hand, maintaining a safe distance between them.
Pearl had even specially selected a bottle of fine wine for the couple. Rosemary didn''t touch the
wine, and just quietly ate her meal with her head down, staying silent the entire time.
Midway through the meal, Maxwell''s phone rang, lighting up the table with the caller ID “Victoria”
shing on the screen. In front of the spread, Rosemary, catching a glimpse of the name, suddenly
lost her appetite and began to aimlessly poke at the food on her te.
After a nce at his phone, Maxwell put down his utensils, picked up the device, leaned back
against the soft chair, and answered, "What''s up?"
Secondster, his expression darkened visibly, "Got it."
He stood up and said to Rosemary, "Something''se up with Victoria. I need to check it out."
Rosemary had expected this. His tone didn''t faze her; wasn''t he always leaving her behind after a
call from Victoria?
She was used to it. Besides, she was so over him. If he couldn''t let go, why wouldn''t he just divorce
her? Why not just stick by Victoria''s side openly?
Their table was by the window, and through the ss, Rosemary watched him bend down to get
into his car.
"Rosemary?" Just then, a familiar voice sounded above her.
Looking up, Rosemary was momentarily taken aback upon seeing Martin standing before her. She
quickly regained herposure, "What a coincidence, you''re here for dinner?"
They weren''t on bad terms; otherwise, she wouldn''t have thought of him first when she needed
help.
Asking for help was a favor; there was no obligation. She wasn''t petty enough to hold a grudge
against Martin just because he had once refused her.
As for that audio clip, it might have been a misunderstanding. Since he said it wasn''t him that day,
she decided to believe him.
"I''m friends with the owner of this restaurant. Came to discuss some business." Martin replied,
noticing the second set of utensils on the table and ncing around, "You''re here with Maxwell?"
Instinctively, Rosemary denied it, "No, I was with a friend. She just left."
Subconsciously, she didn''t want others to know she had been left alone in the restaurant by her
husband.
Martin paused for a second but didn''t call her out, "I haven''t eaten either. Mind if I join you?"
As he asked, he already sat down, leaving Rosemary no choice but to swallow her polite refusal,
"Not at all."
Martin called over a waiter, had the almost untouched meal cleared away, and ordered some fresh
dishes, "Try the house specials."
Rosemary had already had her fill earlier, but in this situation, she just nodded along. Meanwhile,
downstairs Maxwell got into the car and instructed Jason, "To the BrightSky Building."
Before starting the car, Jason nced through the windshield at the darkening sky, "Mr. Templeton,
isn''t Mrs. Templetoning with you? The weather forecast mentioned a storm tonight. Looks like
it''s about to start."
"After you drop me off,e back to pick her up."
Maxwell took out his phone, thinking to message Rosemary to wait at the restaurant, but
considering her temper, she probably wouldn''tply. So he grabbed the umbre from the car and
stepped back out.
Back in the restaurant, Martin, seeing Rosemary distracted, casually inquired, "You look a bit off.
Something wrong?"
Rosemary didn''t think she looked troubled, but at Martin''s query, she reflexively touched her face.
Seeing her subconsciously gesture, Martin gently smiled and ced a bowl of soup by her, "Need
any help?"
Rosemary knew he was just being polite; she didn''t seriously intend to ask Martin to help raise
money. After all, 300 million wasn''t a small sum.
But with the conversation headed this way, she rested her cheek on her hand and joked, "Help me?
How about lending me 300 million, huh?"
He looked at Rosemary, trying to gauge the seriousness of her words. After a few seconds, he
asked, "Why not ask Maxwell? That sort of money''s nothing to him."
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Rosemary''s gaze dropped, the dim light casting a soft shadow on her face, highlighting her pallor.
Yeah, Maxwell wasn''t short on cash, but all his money was tied up pampering Victoria!
Annoyed by the thought, she dropped the subject and started drinking. She nearly finished the
bottle of wine Pearl had ordered, and with the alcohol kicking in, she let her guard down, her face
flushed with a self-deprecating smile.
Martin didn''t stop her from drinking; sometimes a bit of sorrow-drowning was a necessary release.
When Rosemary noticed Martin''s empty ss as she reached for the bottle, she poured him a drink
too.
"Care for a drink?"
She lifted her ss with a light smile, a look that would captivate any man.
Martin was no exception. Realizing he was momentarily captivated, Martin was about to take a sip
when a cold sneer from behind caught him off guard, "You dare drink what she pours?"