The receptionist was taken aback that Mary actually knew Tracey. But upon realizing that Tracey was invited by the president himself, she deemed Mary as just another mistress who knew the main character and therefore did not treat her with much respect.
"Miss Tracey often comes to the company, and everyone already knows her. Moreover, she was personally invited by the president. Can you compare yourself to her?" The receptionist's expression became more and more disdainful. "Young girls like you should do something serious instead of always thinking about marrying into a wealthy family."
Just as Mary was about to flare up, Will's voice suddenly sounded. "Madam?"
Mary turned around, and Will was shocked by her gaze. He quickly ran over and asked, "Madam, why didn't you tell me you were coming to the company?"
The receptionist and the security guard were taken aback. Madam? Whose wife could she be?
"Can I come in here if I were to inform you? I'm nothing compared to Miss Tracey. Especially someone like me who is insignificant!" Mary said angrily.
Mary had never been humiliated like this before, in this life or the previous one, especially in her husband's company.
The unfriendly gaze she received earlier only fueled her anger.
Will may not have been well-versed in the intricacies of women's relationships, but he could still grasp the situation. He shot a fierce look at the receptionist and declared, "This is the CEO's wife! Are you all blind? Who gave you the right to stop her?"
"That's impossible. I've never heard of the CEO having a wife. And Miss Tracey ..." The receptionist was already incoherent.
"There's no Miss Tracey! That's Madam's servant!" Will lowered his voice and kept blinking at the receptionist.
Will couldn't help but feel frustrated. He had no idea the company had already acknowledged Tracey as the Madam. No wonder Mary was so angry.
"Madam, I'm sorry." The bodyguard next to her immediately bowed and apologized.
Mary's anger had not yet subsided. "Forget it, someone like me who's insignificant will never come to a company as noble as yours again. And tell your CEO to stay at home with his Miss Tracey from now on. I won't go back."
"Where do you plan on going then?" Gwyn asked as he grabbed Mary's arm and pulled her towards him, wrapping his arms around her waist.
He had just come down the stairs and saw Mary fuming like an angry kitten. As he walked over, he heard her vow to never return home again.
Mary wanted to complain to Gwyn, but when she saw Tracey beside him, her eyes spewed anger.
Mary angrily stomped on Gwyn's foot and retorted, "I can go wherever I please. With a 'Miss Tracey' by your side, do you really think a person like me can step foot in your high and mighty company?"
"Didn't Madam ask you to come?" Gwyn turned around and looked down at Tracey.
At this moment, Tracey's face was already pale. In the past, Mary would never come to the company. Every time she came to the company to visit Gwyn under Mary's name, Gwyn never rejected her. However, she did not expect to be exposed this time.
Tracey did not know what to say when she felt the malicious gazes around her.
Gwyn reached out and pulled Tracey's dress. Tracey looked at Gwyn shyly, thinking that he was finally going to help her out. Perhaps he would hug her like he had hugged Mary just now.
She was taken aback when Gwyn, with just a single sentence, threw her into the abyss: "How dare you steal my wife's clothes? You even had the audacity to wear her jewelry? Do you want to die?"
Tracey, on the other hand, collapsed to the ground. She used to do this often, but Gwyn had never paid attention to her and had not noticed.
Mary took a closer look at the dress and found it familiar, but she couldn't remember if it was hers.
Gwyn knew what Mary was thinking when he saw her expression. "You said you wanted a white dress for your 18th birthday. I bought that dress for you."
Mary exclaimed in shock, "I have at least a hundred dresses! How did you manage to identify this one?"
Gwyn replied helplessly, "It's a good thing you never wore it before. Otherwise, even if Tracey died a hundred times, it wouldn't be enough to make up for it."
Gwyn then addressed Will and instructed, "Terminate Tracy's employment and prohibit her from entering the villa again. Additionally, fire the few individuals who obstructed Madam's entry earlier and take necessary measures promptly."
Mary quickly intervened, "No, no. They were just doing their job. Let's forget about it."
The company's hiring process was quite thorough, and Mary didn't want anyone to lose their job over such a minor issue. Seeing her appeal, Gwyn also nodded in agreement, and the individuals who had been involved earlier breathed a sigh of relief.
"Shall we go to the mall then, my dear wife?" Gwyn asked Mary.
"Huh?" Mary was a little confused.
Gwyn responded naturally, "Since we have to throw away your clothes, let's buy some that you like instead."