Myra and Tony left the bridal shop in low spirits after spending a whole day trying on wedding dresses, for they were unable to find one that suited Myra. As for the remaining matters, Tony had already made the arrangements. After all, no one said that a wedding could only accommodate one wedding dress.
Tony had already entrusted his reliable assistant with the task of managing the procedures involved in getting the tailor-made dresses ready. He had faith that his assistant would give him satisfactory results in the end.
Having settled the matter with the wedding dress, Myra pondered for a while. She felt that Tony had taken her out to try on wedding dresses for some ulterior motive. She knew that something was wrong, but she just couldn’t put her finger on it. Don’t tell me this is all part of his plan to create a situation where he could openly announce that he wants to get the wedding dress tailor-made overseas.
They hadn’t given themselves much time to prepare for the wedding; Tony wanted to achieve the best results in such a short time, so he naturally had to be busier than usual. After sending Myra back to Stark Group, Tony went on his way to attend to other matters elsewhere. After all, Myra’s physical condition did not permit her to rush about all the time, so he took on the job instead.
Everything had to be done in person. Tony wanted to know every single detail about weddings, and every detail had to be perfect. He placed great importance on this matter; it was even more important to him than getting a deal worth hundreds of millions.
Tony had originally wanted to look for the best venue for weddings, but after giving it some thought, he decided to just hold the wedding in Bradfort City. It was better for his grandparents and Myra, for they could be spared from all the traveling.
After picking out a church, Tony wanted it to be decked out nicely so that it could be a place befitting a wedding. Since they couldn’t go to the perfect wedding venue, Tony decided to just organize it locally. He was quite positive about it.
After trying out the wedding dresses, Myra sat upright in her office. She was silent as she busied herself with the work at hand. When the receptionist saw Myra, she had wanted to tell her about Matthias, but she chose to keep quiet after realizing that Tony was present.
The receptionist finally went into Myra’s office after watching Tony leave. She had to report this in person, for she felt that it was deeply connected to Myra.
As Myra was concentrating on work, the receptionist knocked on the door. Myra then looked up and glanced at the receptionist, sensing the urgency in the latter’s eyes.
“Is there a problem?” Anyone could see that there was, indeed, a problem.
The receptionist looked at Myra hesitantly. She was struggling to look for words in her mind, for she had no idea how to phrase it. Matthias’ actions were really difficult to explain.
“Just now, Director Locke from Locke Group came looking for you,” the receptionist answered timidly.
Myra looked at the receptionist, puzzled. She was curious why Matthias would come looking for her at this time. However, she did not have time to ponder on these things. She had work and also the wedding to worry about, even though there really wasn’t anything she needed to do for the wedding.
“What business did he have?” Myra asked casually, figuring that Matthias should have a reason for coming here.
However, the receptionist shook her head. “Director Locke did not state his purpose.” She suddenly realized that she had been a bit too hasty; she hadn’t rearranged her thoughts and words properly before coming in, so there were some problems with her expression.
“I see,” Myra answered without lifting her head. She didn’t seem to mind this matter at all.
The receptionist remained standing in front of Myra, a look of panic on her face. She looked so anxious that anyone would feel nervous for her as well.
“If there’s nothing else, you can leave,” Myra told the receptionist.
The receptionist thought for a while before opening her mouth to say, “Director Locke behaved quite aggressively when he came here; it was scary.” The receptionist hoped that Myra could understand what she wanted to convey despite her toning down the descriptions.
Hearing the receptionist describe the situation, Myra looked up again and glanced at her. It was obvious that Matthias had frightened the poor girl today.
“Okay, I got it. You can leave now,” Myra said in a gentler tone, careful not to cause any more stress to the receptionist. After all, she had come here specifically just to give her a reminder.
Pausing her movements with the signing pen, Myra fell into deep thought. She still felt that something was behind the incident with Matthias coming over in an overbearing manner to see her.
Perhaps due to her not hearing any news about Matthias in a long while, Myra felt a sense of strangeness and unfamiliarity when she heard his name once again.
“What did Matthias come here for?” Myra pondered aloud. Her thoughts went to Heather, and she couldn’t figure out Heather’s relationship with Matthias.
There was a period where rumors about Heather and Matthias were spreading like wildfire. Myra was swamped with matters related to Stark Group then, so she did not pay much attention to it. Tony was even less likely to be concerned about things like these, so the two had no idea how ambiguous the relationship had become between Heather and Matthias.
Unable to figure it out, Myra decided to give up on thinking altogether. If she had the time to think about pointless things like this, she reckoned she should use it to focus on work instead.
As Myra continued working, she recalled a curious impression she had of Matthias. All in all, she felt a slight resistance toward him. She had told Heather about that feeling before, and even Heather couldn’t quite understand it, so she gave up on finding the reason behind it.
Myra didn’t remember if she had sent Matthias an invitation to her wedding, but she believed she did, for he was quite famous in the business world.
Tony wouldn’t want to exclude such an important person from the guest list in case people started spreading rumors again. At the thought of this, Myra suddenly had a strong wish that Matthias would not appear at her wedding, for she felt that he would bring bad news.
The mere mention of Matthias was enough to send her mind places, so Myra had a newfound fear of the man—yes, she was somewhat scared of him.
Not knowing where this emotion stemmed from, Myra picked up the signing pen again. She reckoned should continue her work instead of wasting time thinking about things she couldn’t understand.
Meanwhile, after experiencing one frustration after another, Matthias returned to his villa. It wasn’t a smooth-sailing day for him; everything had gone wrong.
Evan welcomed Matthias home with a smile, but Matthias’ expression stayed stiff. Evan observed him carefully, fearing that the latter would wreak havoc in the living room.
“You don’t have to work today?” Evan asked Matthias, showing some care like a friend would, but the expression on Matthias’ face turned darker upon his question.
Matthias scanned Evan from head to toe with a cold gaze, sending chills down the latter’s spine. He looks quite scary like that.
“Get me a few bottles of wine.” With that, Matthias headed straight toward the second floor.
Watching Matthias leave, Evan guessed that Heather had provoked him again. In Evan’s eyes, the two of them were like quarrelsome lovers.
Matthias opened the door to his bedroom and walked up to the couch. As he sat down, the look in his eyes was scary enough to frighten all who might see it. If he was acting in a horror movie right now, he probably wouldn’t even need makeup to scare people away. Evan was the only person who would approach him with no fear for his own life.
When Evan brought the wine upstairs, Matthias was smoking on the couch. Matthias was puffing one cigarette after the other, acting like he didn’t care if he died. Seeing that, Evan shook his head helplessly as he set the wine on the table while wondering what had provoked Matthias this much.
Walking over to Matthias, Evan snatched the cigarette away from him. “It’s all smoke in here. You’re out of your mind.” He had never seen someone smoke like that before. Who would suck everything in in one go and use up one whole cigarette in an instant?
“Mind your own business,” Matthias warned Evan. Anyone who dared to mess with him now would regret it.
“I choose whose business I mind. What are you gonna do about it?” Evan instantly retorted, whereupon Matthias shot up from his seat and nimbly snatched the cigarette back from Evan’s hand. He had a fierce look in his eyes, as if warning Evan that if he dared go against him one more time, he’d teach him a lesson.
“Evan, who do you think you are? What right do you have to control what I do?” The words Matthias said at that moment were quite hurtful, and if it went on, they would definitely get into a fight.
“Matthias Locke, do not think that I’m in a position lower than yours just because you’re paying my salary.” Evan grabbed Matthias by the collar. He had to make the first move under these circumstances.
Matthias sneered. “True, I am paying your salary; I’m rich, and that’s why I’m in a position higher than everyone else.” As he said this, he wriggled out of Evan’s grip.
The two started to throw hands. Evan wasn’t half bad, but Matthias was stronger. Factoring in Matthias’ fierce anger, he naturally would not hold back.
Evan was soon bruised, but Matthias was perfectly unharmed. Evan did not regret getting into a fight with Matthias, because the best way for men to vent was to fight. Holding it in would only make things worse in the long run.
The two continued to throw punches with all holds barred, and it only got more intense as time went on. Fortunately for Evan, he had learned Muay Thai before, so he wouldn’t be at a complete disadvantage in a fight. After all, every punch in Muay Thai was intense enough that Matthias wouldn’t be able to stand a single one.
After expending all their energy, Matthias was gasping for breath, while the wounds on Evan’s face were horrible. The two of them lay on the floor and flashed a grin at each other. Blood was trickling out from a corner of Matthias’ mouth; it was evident that Evan’s punches were no light matter.
“I’ll get the doctor,” Matthias said, whereupon Evan pouted and spoke. “You were really going all out back there. Seeing how you need a fistfight to come to your senses, I suggest getting a professional fighter to beat you up whenever you lose yourself.” He was clearly in a bad mood, since Matthias had beaten him up pretty badly.
“Aren’t you a professional?” Matthias grinned with great satisfaction. This feels better than getting drunk.
“You don’t know how to control yourself. You should just buy me insurance, so if you accidentally beat me to death, there’d at least be some money to gain,” Evan joked.
Matthias laughed along with him. After laughing for a while, he looked at Evan. “Thanks, brother.” He got himself up from the floor as he was saying his thanks.
After that, he reached out a hand to help Evan up, but the latter slapped his hand away. “I can get up on my own. You haven’t broken my bones yet.”
Evan looked extremely cool at that moment. Seeing Evan’s trembling body, Matthias wanted to reach out and help him up, but he managed to hold back his urge.
Matthias knew Evan very well. Other people might see Evan as a gentle and composed man; they wouldn’t expect him to be a strong, hot-blooded guy.
If it weren’t for Evan’s immense mental strength, he wouldn’t have been able to put up with Matthias for so long. After all, common people could never hope to rein Matthias in whenever he went crazy.
Only Evan could hold Matthias down, but he was always against the idea of the latter losing control. He felt that a proper adult should be able to control their own actions and words instead of getting out of line.
After getting to know Matthias inside out, Evan finally realized that the man had another side to him. It was so serious that Evan wondered if he had some sort of personality disorder.
Evan had fought with Matthias on this matter before, but the latter refused to believe him and was reluctant to seek medical help.
Ever since moving to Bradfort City, this problem of Matthias’ had become even worse. Evan also worried greatly about it, fearing that Matthias would end up in a hospital if this went on.
