Rosemary did a double-take, checking out Martin in front of her and then ncing over his shoulder


    at the room behind him. She blurted out in surprise, "Howe you are here?"


    Martin cracked a smile and casually exined, "I drank too much with Archerst night and ended


    up staying over here."


    "Oh." Facing Martin, Rosemary was at a loss for words. Maybe it was guilt, or maybe the three


    years had made them strangers to each other.


    She forced a smile and turned to head downstairs.


    "Rosemary." Martin called out to her, handing over a check, "I won''t be needing any money for the


    time being. There''s no rush to pay me back."


    Rosemary looked down and caught sight of the amount on the check – not a penny more or less,


    exactly the three hundred million she''d joked about before. It was all signed and ready to go; she


    could just take it and head to the bank today to transfer the money to Maxwell.


    To be honest, she was tempted.


    Probably anyone would be tempted by such arge amount, especially since she urgently needed


    money.


    Martin saw her staring at the check in silence, unsure if she was feeling embarrassed. He added,


    "Aboutst time, I hope it didn''t cause you any trouble. Sorry, I didn''t know Maxwell was in the car


    too."


    He didn''t mean anything by it, just figured since she wasn''t willing to discuss borrowing money with


    Maxwell, there must be some unspeakable reason behind it.


    Rosemary was momentarily taken aback before she realized he was referring to that incident in the


    Night Club parking lot.


    Recalling that scene, she blushed instantly, feeling the check in front of her was a hot potato she


    couldn''t touch.


    She still remembered Maxwell''s warning: If she dared to take Martin''s money, he''d break her


    fingers!


    Breaking fingers – she wasn''t sure if he would actually do such a violent act, but she knew that if


    she took the money and Maxwell found out where it came from, he would surely not divorce her;


    instead, their entanglement would deepen.


    Rosemary came to her senses and pushed the check back, "I''ve figured out the money issue,


    thanks for your kindness."


    She refused, and Martin didn''t insist, "Alright then."


    The drama wentte into the night, and at this time, Pearl was still resting. Rosemary sat at the


    dining table and nced at the time.


    Wendy served her a bowl of porridge and brought out a basket of breads, "Isn''t today the weekend?


    Why''s Mrs. Templeton up so early? Do you want to go back to bed after eating? The young master


    specifically instructed this morning not to disturb you, saying you were tiredst night."


    Rosemary almost choked on her porridge, what kind of bullshit was that? Maxwell did it on purpose!


    "It''s alright, Wendy, I have things to doter, so I''ll leave after eating. Let Mom know when she


    wakes up."


    "Sure," Wendy affectionately patted her back, helping her catch her breath, "Take your time eating,


    no rush."


    Rosemary found it hard to exin, ultimately just smiling and nodding, then quickly finished her


    meal and grabbed her bag to make a swift exit.


    After the birthday party, she threw herself into a relentless cycle of work and overtime, asionally


    calling Louis to check on the odds of winning thewsuit.


    She had to be ready for all eventualities; in case Maxwell reneged after getting the money, she


    needed to have a backup n. Who knew how long he intended to stay angry at Victoria?


    Just thinking about it was irritating. Wasn''t Victoria hailed by the media as the most beautiful dancer


    of the millennium?


    They said no man could resist her charm, so howe she''d been back in the country for so long


    and yet, why hadn''t she even managed to settle things with an ex-boyfriend who was sniffing


    around her?


    She was starting to question the credibility of those news!


    While Rosemary was busy, Maxwell was too, with the contract with Quintin about to be signed and


    heaps of groundwork needing attention.


    That evening, having finally dealt with all the urgent paperwork, Maxwell received a call from Archer


    .


    "Where are you?"


    "Pulling an all-nighter at thepany." Maxwell could hear the background music through the


    phone, and it was anything but serious, "Is the Archer Group going bust? Is that why you''re so idle


    every day?"


    Archer didn''t back down, "Then why are you making all that dough, throwing money around like it''s


    going out of style? Are you nning to be buried with it, or are you buying yourself a diamond


    coffin?"


    "I read a news story once, about a husband who was the boss of a bigpany, worked himself to


    death providing for the family, and died young, leaving behind a huge fortune. Six monthster, his


    wife walks down the aisle with his assistant, taking what he had fought for."


    A vein on Maxwell''s forehead twitched, unsure if it was due to excessivete nightstely, but he felt


    a momentary dizziness.


    He pinched the bridge of his nose, cutting Archer off, "Shut up."


    Just then, Christ knocked and entered, "Mr. Templeton, here are the documents you requested."


    He hadn''t finished speaking when he felt a chill run down his spine.


    Looking up, he met Maxwell''s icy and frost-covered gaze.


    Maxwell shifted his gaze away from Christ, lit a cigarette, and leaned back in his office chair


    exhaustively, and said to the person on the line with impatience, "If you have something to say, say


    it. Otherwise, hang up."


    Archer sensed the man''s irritation and, after a moment of thought, asked, "Are you running low on


    moneytely? You''re so irritable."


    Maxwell was in no mood to entertain such nonsense.


    Archer noted his silence, raising an eyebrow, "Did you actually run into some trouble?"


    "No."


    "Then why did your wife go to borrow money from Martin? I thought maybe you needed some


    liquidity."


    Archer had just happened to overhear Rosemary and Martin''s hallway conversation that day – a


    trivial thing he''d forgotten, but now, with Maxwell sounding off, and all the overtime he''d been


    putting in, it suddenly came back to him.


    Maxwell''s hand paused as he smoked, his eyes narrowing, "Borrow money? For how much?"


    N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content.


    On the other end, Archer sounded resigned, "How would I know? I''m not your wife."


    Maxwell''s gaze narrowed, his usually stern features now bore ayer of shadow, giving his strong


    contours a colder edge.


    It seemed that woman hadn''t taken his words to heart at all, daring to borrow money from Martin!