The Woman From Hell

Chapter 389

Matthew's dark eyes darkened. His thin lips were pursed into a straight line. "Wanda Lane, you're carrying so much burden on your shoulders yet you’re still thinking of helping others with their problems. D o you think you're Mother Mary who preaches compassion to all living beings?"

"You don't have to go that far. And..." I wanted to say h e had crossed the line but did not dare to say it out loud.

It would be better not to mess with drunkards. I grabbed his arm and said gently, "Alright, alright. I won't help her. You've had a lot to drink, and the lunch party is ending soon. Let’s go back to the hotel and get some rest."

Matthew stared at me for a long time, then he nodded his head slowly. I let out a sigh of relief.

Back in the private dining room, Matthew and I made up an excuse to leave earlier.

After we got out of the hotel, I was about to hail a taxi when Matthew tugged on me. "I don’t want to go back t o the hotel."

I let out a soft sigh, feeling slightly helpless. "Then where would you like to go if you don't want to go to

as it’s not the hotel." Now that he was drunk,

corner of my lips twitched as I removed my arm from his hand. "Then

an aggressive tone. "If you leave me alone, I might appear in the headlines tomorrow-the president of Zimmer Corporations dropped dead

I...

total fool after

"The rest will come down soon. Stop thinking about where

reject this time. He

dizzy the moment the car engine started. He shut his eyes. I shot a glance at him and hurriedly told the driver

out of the car

not stubbornly confront a drunkard head-on,

wrapped his arms around my neck. " Bring me somewhere

arms off

want to." Matthew was completely like a

it anymore and shouted angrily,"