Matthew was busy in the company all day and did not have time for himself until the evening.
These days he needed to deal with the mess Jim left behind, so he was a little busy for a while. When he returned to his room, he saw the huge wedding photo hanging in his bedroom, and the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but hook up to a smile.
I don’t know what that silly girl is doing now.
Want to escape from the palm of their hands? Oh, not possible.
“Young master, you’re back. Madam is … today.”
Mrs. Brown knocked on the door and brought Matthew his sleeping milk as usual. Matthew heard her mention Blanca and his eyebrows twitched, “Young grandmother is staying at a friend’s house these days and will be back in a few days.”
“Oh oh okay.”
Mrs. Brown left before Matthew opened his laptop, “How’s it going?”
“President, there’s something I don’t know if I should tell you …”
The text sent over there stuttered.
“Speak.”
Matthew was never one to drag his feet, his slender fingers tapping the keyboard and replying. After a minute, an alert suddenly came out on the phone that a new email had been received.
Matthew clicked on the email and saw the picture inside at a glance.
It was Blanca and Wilson.
The two people in the photo kept their distance, but the picture was of a mausoleum. If the relationship is not very close, why would Blanca accompany Wilson to pay respect to his mother?
Although Blanca had mentioned it to herself before …
“President, don’t be angry.”
‘Talking too much.’
Looking at the few words sent from the opposite side, Matthew closed his computer.
I don’t know why, just don’t really want to see the image of Blanca and Wilson together! Suddenly there was some irritation in his head, Matthew turned off the computer and went to the bathroom to take a shower, came out feeling a little bored, changed his clothes, grabbed his keys and went to Charles’ place.
Matthew was a regular at Charles’ bar.
But it was a bad coincidence that someone was in trouble, and Charles was fighting with one against ten, and each of them was a professionally trained fighter, so Matthew grabbed his jacket and rushed over.
“What’s going on?”
Matthew inclined his head and asked Charles behind him.
The two men were standing together at the moment, and a dozen black-clad thugs were almost surrounding them.
Charles spat, “What else could it be, but it’s all the guys the little bastard got. Don’t get your hands dirty, I can do it alone.”
“Show off.”
As soon as Matthew’s words left his mouth, a dozen thugs had swarmed over him!
Matthew is also not a light, a deadly move, soon a few fighters were injured, but in the end is a professional training, is not so good to give up.
Matthew and Charles even if it is more powerful, but two fists can not beat four hands. Soon their bodies were covered with color.
“Tsk, Matthew, I think you’ve regressed, right?”
“Shut up, you!”
The two men exchanged a few words as if they were no one else, and then confronted each other with all their might, and finally a dozen or so of the fighters were also hanging, knowing that neither side would benefit if the wheel went on like this, and on balance they withdrew.
They just left, Charles sat down on the chair next to him, “Aigoo I go. I’m exhausted.”
“Why, aren’t you known as the little bully?”
“Hey, hey, hey, that’s all just a scare.” Charles climbed up, his eyes gradually became grim, “But it can’t go on like this.”