Chapter 129: Chapter 129



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It was obvious that he was smiling, but the expression in his eyes terrified her.

Maria took a step back, distancing herself from him.

For the first time, she wanted to get away from him.

At that moment, the doorbell rang again, accompanied by a waiter’s voice: “Is anyone there? I’ve come to deliver wine.”

Maria was inexplicably relieved when she heard it was only wine. She looked at the door and said, “My wine is here…”

“I asked for it.” Matthew leaned against the cabinet, holding the wine glass in his hand. He tipped his hand slowly, pouring the red liquid onto the table. As the wine slid over the edge of the table, he frowned staring at it, as if the wine hadn’t sat well with him. He slowly raised his eyes, “I think there is another wine more suitable for us, what do you think?”

“Wine… suitable?” Maria stammered, did he want to drink with her?

Didn’t he hate her?

Had he noticed?

Did he now find her attractive?

Holding back her inner joy, she said, “I’ll get the door.”

His steps to the door were quick and seemed a little disheveled.

The door opened. The waiter stood in the doorway, two bottles of white wine in his hand.

Maria stared at him for a moment and then said, “Come in.”

The waiter brought the wine and set it on the table. He opened one of the bottles and poured it into the flat-bottomed glass he had brought.

After pouring the wine, the waiter stood up and said, “If you need anything, call me anytime. Enjoy your stay here.”

After saying this, the waiter left the room and closed the door.

Maria stood next to the table and looked at the wine on it. She swallowed and said, “The white wine is too strong. I think red wine gives more ambiance.”

“I like it strong, do you dare to drink with me?”.

His eyebrows were soft, which made him look much less dominant. The corners of his eyes were slanted upward, and his eyes sparkled with light. He looked very sexy.

Maria’s heart forgot to beat.

She completely lost control of her mind and nodded as if drunk on her looks, “I dare.”

Matthew bent down, picked up a glass and offered it to her.

Mary reached out to take it.

Matthew lifted his glass and drank it, behind him Mary drank from her glass as well.

The white wine was not as smooth as the red. It entered her throat with a burning sensation and traveled down her esophagus to her stomach igniting everything.

He held his nose and mouth and said in aggravation, “It’s too strong.” Matthew refilled the glasses.

Alcohol gives people courage, as it stimulates the brain and excites them.

For weak drinkers, just one glass of wine with high alcohol concentration can make them drunk and lose consciousness.

The same thing happened to her. Intoxicated by the wine, Mary leaned against Matthew’s chest, pressing her face against him and listening to his pounding heartbeat.

She was overjoyed when he didn’t push her away. She wrapped her arms around his neck, “Matthew, I love you.”

“Really?” Matthew handed her the wine, “Then taste it.”

Mary stared at the wine in front of her and reached out to take the glass. However, she didn’t drink it, but instead threw it on the floor. As the alcohol spread across the room, she pointed to her heart, “Do you want me to prove it to you?”.

She laughed, “I’ll show you.”

She grabbed the bottle of wine from the table, looking at Matthew with blurry eyes and curved her lips into a seductive smile. She slowly opened the strap of her spaghetti-strap skirt. As the red skirt fell down her body, it exposed her skin and sexy black underwear.

She lifted her head and opened the bottle to empty it.

The strong alcohol burned her throat, but she endured it thinking it was a test from Matthew. If she could drink the wine, she could prove her love to him.

He was going to fall in love with her. He was definitely going to fall in love with her.

Matthew turned his face slightly away from the sight of her half-naked body.

Trish!

The wine bottle slipped from his hand and fell to the floor.

Traces of alcohol mixed with shards of glass flew everywhere.

Blushing, Mary dropped onto the bed, “I can’t…”

She waved her hands, “I can’t drink anymore.”

Matthew put down his wine glass, closed his eyes and held his forehead with one hand, rubbing his eyebrows.

His phone suddenly vibrated.

He slowly opened his eyes and pulled it out. The call was from Abbott; he picked it up.

Abbott’s voice rang out immediately, “Got it.”

“108.” Matthew said briefly and hung up.

Abbott stood in the hotel lobby, looked at the phone hanging in his hand and frowned. Then he looked at the two men next to him and said, “Follow me.” Because Matthew didn’t specify what he wanted.

Fearing that Matthew would not be satisfied if he brought the two, he led them to 108.

Abbott was really confused when he saw the situation inside the room.

The floor was in disarray, there was alcohol everywhere. But worse, Maria was lying on the bed with no clothes on. what was going on?

“This…” Abbott looked cautiously at Matthew, “What happened here?”

And he wanted a man….

Abbott seemed to finally understand what Matthew meant and his eyes widened involuntarily. “Even if you don’t like him… after all you have followed him for a long time… treating her like this…”

Matthew shot her a sharp look and Abbott shut up immediately.

Mary turned her body on the bed, feeling uncomfortable. Her stomach seemed to burn and she wanted to vomit it all up.

She didn’t notice that there were more people in the room.

The two men lowered their heads and glanced furtively at the bed from time to time.

Matthew turned to leave. As he walked past Abbott on his way out, he ordered, “When the recording is finished, you personally go give a copy to the Herbert Family.”

After saying that, he left the room without a backward glance at the mess or the hungry eyes of the two men.

Abbott couldn’t keep his cool and stormed out after him, “This…not good.

Ruining a woman’s innocence…

Abbott really couldn’t understand Matthew. It didn’t matter how tough he was in the business world.

The business world was a battlefield, if you lost, you died.

But to treat a woman who had been with him like that was just too inhumane.

Matthew glared back at him, his voice neither too low nor too high, “Do you have any suggestions?”

Abbott hastily waved his hand, “No, I just think it’s an embarrassment.”

Matthew scoffed, “His reputation is no longer needed. He did bad things and they should pay for it.”

Abbott opened his mouth wide, “What did she do?”.

Matthew didn’t want the other men to see the video of Dolores stripping.

“Go do your job.” He continued walking.

Abbott stood for a while and then walked quickly to catch up with Matthew at the door and asked, “Is there any margin for error?”

Were they going to act like it or were the two men really going to rape her?

Matthew’s steps faltered, but he barely stopped. He did not respond to Abbott.

However, Abbott knew the answer.

It left no margin for error.

He sighed and turned around to go into the room and arrange the next part.

Matthew got into the car. He didn’t start the engine right away, but sat quietly in the driver’s seat.

His eyelashes were trembling. The thought that Dolores had almost been raped did not allow him to calm down.

He had never felt this kind of pain before.

He couldn’t imagine what he would have done if Sampson had actually succeeded.

Maria started this. She pushed him to his limits first.

She started the car and drove off .

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