Rosemary figured Maxwell was having one of his episodes again, so she just rolled her eyes and


    kept walking ahead.


    Possessiveness is like a man''s Achilles heel – anything or anyone in their territory is off-limits to


    others, and they certainly don''t take kindly to their possessions eyeing someone else.


    Once she got that straight in her head, Rosemary would remain unfazed even if Maxwell looked like


    he was green with jealousy.


    But she had barely taken a few steps when her arm was yanked.


    The guy was so strong that Rosemary felt like her wrist was about to snap from his grip!


    She hissed in pain, with her brows furrowing deeply, and her voice changed pitch when she said,


    "Let go."


    It was only then that Maxwell seemed to snap back to reality and loosen his grip slightly, but he was


    notpletely letting go.


    His face was still frosty as he said, sparing his words, "Let''s go."


    "I''m working."


    But Maxwell wasn''t having any of it; he just dragged her outside without giving her a chance to


    refuse.


    "Brother-inw! My sister married you, and aren''t you gonna let her splurge a bit?" Stacey''s


    usatory words followed from behind. To an outsider, it might have sounded like a sister was


    helping her take down a scumbag.


    Maxwell paused and nced over his shoulder.


    Stacey was actually a bit scared of him, but to make Rosemary''s life difficult, she plucked up the


    courage to continue, "My sister can''t even cough up a hundred grand for a painting, and has to


    have another man foot the bill – if that''s not treating her poorly, what is?"


    Rosemary shot a cold nce her way, thinking Stacey was just like a cockroach that never goes


    away.


    With his gazending on the painting in her hand, he spoke up indifferently, "Martin paid the bill?"


    It wasn''t rocket science; just piecing together their conversation made it easy to guess.


    "It''s my own purchase," Rosemary didn''t want to drag Martin into this, so she patiently exined,


    "Martin just helped me out. If you don''t believe me."


    Maxwell must have been expecting her to suggest asking someone else, but Rosemary, with a cold


    face, yanked her hand from his grasp, "Then there''s nothing I can do."


    Turning back to the exhibition area, she found her phone rang. She took it out, utterly unaware of


    the man following her, or perhaps she was just ignoring him.


    She was wearing a pair of soft, t shoes today. Maxwell was a good half-head taller than her, so


    with a simple nce down, he saw the caller ID on the screen.


    "One Martin, one Hans, Mrs. Templeton''s private life sure is eventful," Maxwell''s tone was dripping


    with sarcasm, and his anger was palpable. He knew men all too well, that look Hans gave her, it


    screamed of ulterior motives.


    Rosemary got along with Hans just fine at work, but they didn''t mix outside of that, so she figured


    his call must be work-rted.


    She had intended to dodge Maxwell before taking the call, but with him shadowing her every move,


    she lost her patience, "I''m working, stop following me."


    Maxwell snorted, "What, am I interrupting your date with him?"


    Holding back her temper, Rosemary decided to ignore him and answered the call, "Hans, what''s


    up?"


    Before she could finish, her phone was snatched away by a hand reaching over her head.


    Turning around, she saw Maxwell, whose face turned dark as night; he hung up the call and even


    turned off the phone before gripping her hand and marching her outside.


    She frowned, trying to push back, but it was futile; she was still dragged away from the sales area


    by this man.


    Rosemary clenched her teeth and insisted, "I''m still working, I can''t leave."


    "What, the trust fund baby who run the show can''t afford to hire a janitor? Has to call in


    reinforcements?"


    He knew damn well she wasn''t a janitor; he was just ticked off and taking a jab at her.


    As they passed the stairway, Martin wasing down and noticed the clearly tense pair; he said


    with his eyebrows raising, "Didn''t you say you''d wait for me on the second floor?"


    "You were taking forever, so I came down to check."


    In the midst of speaking, he handed Rosemary a nk check.


    Rosemary was stunned. Was this supposed to be some kind of breakup fee for her to fill in any


    amount?


    Maxwell caught on to her thoughts instantly and scoffed, "You think you''re entitled to a breakup fee


    when you owe me billions? How high is your pillow propped at night? Give the money back to


    Martin."


    With a few internal expletives to maintain herposure, Rosemary didn''t ept the check he


    offered, "I can pay him back myself."


    His gaze turned icy as he stared her down, "Seems like you''re rolling in dough then. Guess you


    won''t miss the three billion in interest. I''ll have Harvey."


    As that name was brought up, Rosemary felt her scalp tingled with dread; she snatched the nk


    check from Maxwell''s hand and quickly filled in the numbers, all the while spitefully considering


    adding a few extra zeros to make him bleed a bit!


    But it was just a fleeting thought. No matter how much she filled in, the debt would eventuallynd


    back on her.


    Handing thepleted check to Martin, she said, "Thanks for earlier, Martin."


    Her said it with a soft voice while carrying a gentle smile.


    This demeanor was pr opposite to the hedgehog-like attitude she had towards Maxwell!


    Maxwell stood by, seemingly unruffled, but his eyes were filled with a cold chill.


    Martin didn''t refuse; he took the check and before he could speak, Rosemary was whisked away by


    the man.


    Martin was speechless.


    Outside the venue, the weather was bleak and cold.


    It had been drizzling since the morning, and now the rain wasing down harder.


    Maxwell''s car wasn''t far, but even so, Rosemary''s clothes got soaked through.


    After getting in the car, she couldn''t help but shiver, so she took some tissues to wipe her face, "Spit


    it out, I need to get back to work. Give me my phone back."


    Who knows if Hans had something important to tell her.


    The man narrowed his eyes at her...


    Because of the rain, her face turned pale, and her lips were slightly blue; apparently her impatience


    was even more pronounced.


    He was momentarily lost in thought, recalling her smile towards Martin. It seemed like forever since


    he had seen a smile on her face.


    The woman who once had stars in her eyes at the mere sight of him can''t even be bothered to have


    a proper conversation with him now. She''s either throwing shade at him or itching to draw a line in


    the sand.


    Maxwell pursed his lips, fired up the car, and cranked the AC up to max. But since the engine hadn''t


    warmed up yet, the st was nothing but cold.


    Rosemary shivered like crazy; when she was about to blow her top, Maxwell turned the fan down to


    a whisper and shifted the vents to the other direction.


    After a while, he spoke up, with a deep and distant voice: "If you''re strapped for cash, why not hit


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