Rosemary was a bit out of sorts at first, it wasn’t until she caught sight of the t shoes in the box


    that she realized what Maxwell was up to.


    In that split second, her ankle was already held by the man.


    Maxwell’s palm was running hot, a heat she could feel even through her cloth. Rosemary, not used


    to this kind of touch, twitched her foot away and whispered, “I can do this myself.”


    A scene like this that would make a viewer in a romantic idol drama swoon, but in real life, it only


    made her feel awkward, especially with two people looking on. She wished she could dig up a


    mansion on the spot to shelter herself from the embarrassment!


    And seeing their envious looks, she knew they must’ve found this whole spectacle super sweet!


    Rosemary wasn’t about to me herself, no way. It had to be the wrong guy, that Maxwell was


    wed, he didn’t deserve such a romance, that’s why she felt out of ce.


    The man was looking down, his longshes, the lines of his nose and jaw all visible from


    Rosemary’s angle. Sensing her resistance, his grip tightened slightly, his brows knitted together,


    and his lips pursed into a displeased curve, “Don’t move.”


    With little effort, her shoe was slipped off. Rosemary’s fair skin was now exposed, revealing the


    scrapes on her heels and ankles. Blood seeped from the broken skin, leaving arge red patch.


    In a romantic drama, Maxwell should’ve been staring at her wound with a distraught look on his


    face. But in reality, the jerk scoffed coldly and teased, “Rosemary, how did you even survive being


    this dumb? Can’t you even squeak in pain?”


    “I’m not a rat, what’s there to squeak about? Why don’t you give it a try, let’s hear you squeak,”


    Rosemary forcefully pulled her foot from the man’s palm. She had decided if he didn’t let go, she’d


    kick him away!


    Whether it was because she was strong or he had loosened his grip, she easily broke free.


    The sales assistant had picked out a pair of sneakers and even thoughtfully paired them with cotton


    socks, though taking them offter would be a bit of a pain, with the socks likely sticking to the


    wounds.


    Just as Rosemary was about to put on the shoes, Maxwell held her hand and turned to the


    assistant, “Do you have any band aids?”


    The two, who were cracking up with giggles, suddenly straightened up at the question and replied


    they did, then they turned to get the band aids from the drawer behind the counter.


    Rosemary wanted to do it herself. However, seeing how adeptly Maxwell took the band aid, opened


    the packaging, and applied it to her wound gave rise to a tangle of feelings in her heart, “You’re


    pretty skilled, have been doing your homework, huh?”


    Aside from her, the only other woman close to him was Victoria. There was no doubt who taught


    him those skills.


    Rosemary could swear, she was just speaking her mind, without any sarcasm.


    Maxwell helped her put on the socks in a straightforward manner, his movements far from delicate,


    “If you had some product knowledge, you wouldn’t be sniping like this here.”


    Maxwell changed out of the green embroidered suit Rosemary had purposely chosen to tease him.


    He bought another outfit in his usual style. He then took out some cash from his wallet and handed


    it to the sales assistant who had helped with the shoes, as a tip.


    As Rosemary was about to get up, Maxwell naturally bent down and scooped her up in his arms.


    The elevator was right next to them. The man carried her all the way to the basement floor, then


    called Jason to drive over to pick them up.


    While waiting, Maxwell suddenly said, “I haven’t.”


    Rosemary was all question marks, “Haven’t what?”


    “I’ve never put a band aid on anyone, nor have I bought shoes for anyone.”


    And that was it. Maxwell dropped her off at her apartment building, watched her enter in, and left.


    The next day, the news of Stacey being kicked out of the Ster Group made the top three trending


    searches not long after it came out.


    Logically, such a nobody shouldn’t have had such a big impact. But with the scandalous news


    spreading widely before, the Ster Group was now desperately trying to survive, making a big


    show to let everyone know—Stacey and Ster Group no longer had anything to do with each other.


    In the video, Stacey was thrown out of Ster Group’s building by security. Her belongings were


    scattered all over the ground, looking like a plucked chicken, no longer had the grandeur she once


    had.


    Rosemary just nced at the news and lost interest, exiting the news page.


    She wasn’t worried about Stacey causing trouble. After thest incident, not to mention whether


    security would let people in, speaking about fighting one-on-one, she could pin her down and scrub


    the floor with just one hand.


    —All thanks to plenty of practice in the past.


    The spot on her foot where she hurt herself yesterday was still sore, so Rosemary nned to stay


    at home today. The porcin vase she was working on was nearly repaired. She nned to wrap it


    up these days and return to work at Heritage Revive Studio once it’s fixed.


    But one never knows what life brings. Around five in the afternoon, she received a call from Larry


    Chambers.


    The voiceing through the phone was affable, “Rosemary, Dad’s back in the country. Let’s have


    dinner tonight.”


    She knew without guessing why he’d suddenlye back. He hadn’t told her before returning, but


    was proactively inviting her to dinner aftering back.


    “You go ahead, I’m busy.”


    “Are you too busy even to see your own father?”


    That tone of reproach.


    Rosemary was irritated inside. Even though it didn’t take long for her father to show his true colors


    after her stepmother came, she had once enjoyed his fatherly love. When her mother was alive, all


    his affection was for her; and even after all these years, she still felt disappointed and upset every


    time he talked to her in such a tone.


    She replied, “Mm.”


    Larry was probably vexed, he remained silent for quite a few seconds before responding, “Then you


    go ahead. It’s the same to me whether I speak with you or Maxwell.”


    Rosemary was about to hang up but at his words, she frowned, “You invited Maxwell too?”


    “Look at you, Maxwell is my son-inw, of course I should invite him for a meal when I’m back in the


    country.”


    Rosemary clenched her teeth, “ Send me the address.”


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    She’s not worried about Maxwell would be at a disadvantage with Larry. It’s a case of the pot calling


    the kettle ck; both of them are no easy marks. What really worried her was the thought of those


    two teaming up to throw her under the bus!


    Larry was now trying to drum up some money to save Stacey, and if Maxwell agreed, he would


    definitely make her foot the bill. It’ll just give him another excuse to keep dying, and winning the


    divorce suit would be even harder!


    Once Rosemary got the address, she hustled over. As soon as she was led to the entrance of the


    private room by a waiter, she heard Larry spouting outrageous nonsense: “Rosemary and Stacey


    have always been close. If she knew that her little sister, whom she has doted on since childhood,


    was treated such way, she would definitely be heartbroken!”