Chapter 348: 1288 Vouchers

Jonathan was most concerned about this collaboration. Matthew glanced at Reynaldo and said with a smile, “Didn’t we sign the contract last night? So, of course, the cooperation will continue.” Jonathan finally breathed a sigh of relief. He smiled politely at Matthew and said, “This was just a misunderstanding. I will treat Mr. Galatea to a drink another day.”

“Sure, sure,” Matthew said with a smile, his mischievous eyes darting between me and Reynaldo. Reynaldo fell silent, lowering his eyes, his thoughts unreadable. But his aura remained cold and terrifying. I didn’t dare speak to him, instead telling Matthew, “It’s getting late; we should go.” Matthew smiled and gestured for us to stay. I quickly signaled Jonathan to take Reynaldo away; his mood was clearly unstable. Matthew had finally calmed down, but if we didn't leave immediately, he might cause more trouble. By then, leaving would be impossible.

Jonathan understood and quickly went to pull Reynaldo. However, Reynaldo shook off his hand and silently walked away. Jonathan sighed and hurried after him. I didn’t dare linger, propping myself up on the pool table before struggling to stand. Matthew looked at me meaningfully, a playful smile on his lips. “Ms. Duffy looks very weak; even her legs are soft. What? Did Mr. Humphrey punish you harshly again last night?” He said the word "punishment" with deep meaning and a hint of eroticism.

I said lightly, “That was between Mr. Humphrey and me, so you don’t need to worry about it, Mr. Galatea.” Matthew flicked his cigarette ash and chuckled, “You seem quite sincere to Mr. Humphrey, but now Mr. Humphrey believes I slept with you last night. Do you think he will still want you?” I lowered my head and smiled, saying, “Mr. Galatea seems to have never quite understood one thing: I had already divorced Mr. Humphrey and have no relationship with him anymore.” So there is no question of “will he still want me.”

“It’s you, Mr. Galatea, holding such a high position, yet worrying about the personal affairs of someone like me. Mr. Galatea, you are really kind.” Matthew chuckled and said, “Ms. Duffy’s words are quite profound.” I didn’t want to continue the conversation, so I gave him a faint smile and turned to leave.

I heard a sly smile in his voice behind me: “I’ll say it again, Ms. Duffy, if you have nowhere to go, you can come to me anytime.” He implied that since Reynaldo couldn't give me what I wanted, I should please him instead, perhaps for "status." I pursed my lips and smiled, not looking back, saying, “It’s a pity that the thing I value the least is an elusive and intangible title.” The bodyguard’s angry voice followed: “Mr. Galatea, this woman really doesn’t know how to appreciate it.” Matthew didn’t respond; I only heard his amused laughter.

Coming down from the third floor, my tense nerves finally relaxed. Walking through the bustling first-floor lobby, clad in thin clothing, I stood at the doorway, unsure if Reynaldo and Jonathan had left. After looking around, I finally saw a familiar car parked near a flower bed—the car Jonathan had driven me in. I hurried over. The car window was half open, and I looked inside. Surprisingly, it was empty.