Rachel nodded. As she walked past Patrick, she said, "Thank you."

Patrick smiled, replying, "No need to be so polite, Mrs. Grant."

Rachel blushed, humming softly in response instead of explaining. She then walked out.

Tracy, unhappy with Patrick's address, huffed. "Don't call her Mrs. Grant!"

Patrick bowed, smiling. "Understood, Mrs. Grant."

Tracy gritted her teeth, her eyes widening in anger. "Who are you calling Mrs. Grant?"

Patrick chuckled, apologizing. "I'm sorry, it's my first time meeting you. I must have gotten confused. I apologize, Mrs. Grant."

"You…" Tracy seethed, wanting to say more but Matthew's presence only fueled her anger. "Not even one of you is decent!"

With that, she stormed out.

Patrick sighed, admiringly. "Mr. Grant, I respect you more and more. You've been out of jail only a few days, and you've already conquered two beauties."

Matthew, too lazy to explain, simply smiled. "You keep at it. I have to go now."

He opened the door and left. After catching up with Rachel and Tracy, he entered the elevator with them. As it ascended, an awkward silence fell, broken only by the elevator's movements.

Tracy ground her teeth, finally unable to contain herself. "Matthew, stop talking nonsense with your scoundrel friends, or don't blame me for being rude."

Matthew, slightly unhappy, retorted, "When Evan was causing trouble just now, you couldn't think of a solution. It was my friend who stepped in and resolved it. Watch your mouth."

Tracy was taken aback and fell silent. She knew Matthew was right; it was Patrick who had helped them. Still, she felt slighted.

"I wasn't talking about him," she said. "I meant you. Don't call Rachel or me your wife in front of them."

Matthew was exasperated. "Tracy, he helped us out, yet you were rude to him. He was teasing you because you were impolite, and you took it seriously."

Tracy considered this, realizing he was right, but pride prevented her from admitting it. She snorted in annoyance.

Exiting the elevator, they saw the sign for Jubilee Bistro. Two women in Victorian dresses stood at the entrance.

Matthew addressed the attendant directly. "We have an appointment with Mr. Rhodes."

The attendant smiled. "You must be friends with Mr. Rhodes. Please follow me."

After leading the trio to a private room, she left. Matthew slowly opened the door, stunned by what he saw.

Four people were dining—two men and two women. One man was in his 40s and bald; the other was in his 30s with slicked-back hair. The two women, in revealing outfits, appeared to be bar girls.

The bald man's eyes lit up upon seeing Matthew, Rachel, and Tracy. With a lecherous grin, Johan said, "Mr. Parker, you're too kind, bringing in more beauties. What a treat for me today."

Kyrie Parker's eyes gleamed as he looked at Rachel. "I didn't invite them."

Rachel's face turned grim. With a cold attitude, she stated, "I'm Rachel Carter from Wealthwave Group. Mike realized he was mistaken and wants to retract his statement."

"I've heard that Mr. Rhodes refused to retract it. What's the meaning of this, Mr. Rhodes?"