Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

Matthew raised his hand and looked at the time. About fourteen hours had passed since the incident, he was quick.

He knew that Dolores could never achieve her purpose and point towards the people she cared about the most.

He held the phone in is hands, collecting his thoughts slowly.

Not hearing Matthew’s voice, Samuel got a little worried. After all, Sampson was at home, so he couldn’t dare to say anything to Jessica, in case she couldn’t keep it in her stomach and accidentally let it slip at the wrong time. It was no good if Sampson found out about it.

“Should I call the police?” Samuel asked.

Matthew looked at Dolores for a moment, “Police? Why?”

Samuel was speechless.

Now that there was no evidence, that video could never be published. Anyway, there is just a small part in the video that can’t explain much.

“Then what?” Samuel asked anxiously.

Matthew casually leaned on the table, rubbing the edge of the table with his fingers and pondered for a bit. Then he asked, “Do you want to avenge your mommy?”

“Yes.” Samuel said without the slightest hesitation.

“Even if it puts you at risk?”

Samuel was taken aback for a bit, but he quickly understood what Matthew meant, “You asked me to follow Sampson. By the time he catches us, we can find the evidence that he broke the law. We don’t have to involve Mommy.”

Although Sampson was shameless, if such a thing was made public, Dolores reputation was also going to be damaged.

Matthew look at Dolores eyes, her expressions becoming more and more abstruse. Samuel was really sharp.

He understood his meaning so quickly.

“I dare.” Samuel said daringly, “But…”

Samuel rolled his eyes and closed his mouth again.

If Mommy knew that Matthew used them as bait, she was definitely going to be angry, right? He thought.

“But what?” Matthew asked.

“Nothing.” Samuel decided to stay quiet.

“You have to pretend that you don’t know anything, behave just like always, don’t let him doubt you. Keep the location open in your phone and leave the rest on me.”

“Okay.”

Samuel understood what to do.

After hanging up the phone, Matthew pressed a button on the landline phone to call Abbott to his office.

knocked on the

pushed the door open and walked

few words to him in a low voice. After listening to Matthew’s words, Abbott glanced at Dolores. Was she going

all her kids

“I got it!”

make any mistakes, you go

“Okay.”

magazine and flipped through it. She was not interested in reading it, but she was bored and

bother Matthew while he was dealing

you like to see if

to Armand and

got up and

air conditioner was on in

his hand towards her shoulder, Dolores avoided him, “If you do this

a long

relationship was neither here nor there; it was

at it from outside, they wouldn’t know what

it, he was not in a

reception room. It was a short walk from Matthew’s office through the

door of the meeting room, Dolores was shocked by the view of the reception room. The interior decoration here was completely different from Matthew’s office. The dark table and chairs made the room feel calming. The right side of the room was opened up completely and fixed with a glass wall making the room brightly lit. Every little piece of decoration was high class, even the cups for drinking water

all was used to receive guests, and discuss matters with them. This room needed

Terry quickly stood up, he had been somewhat ill

to him not to be

was the talk?” Matthew pulled

stared at Dolores holding his chin

at her from her head to toe and

Didn’t you used

that she was now the daughter of the Herbert family. He knew

obvious that Dolores

simply looked at him coldly

quickly and put away his sloppy act

it would have been easy to do, but the

not that simple. To make an iron-clad case,

already figured

leaned back in the chair, tapping his fingers gently on the table rhythmically, as if he

with a smile and introduced himself, “Let me introduce myself first. My name is Armand. I

looked at him not

mouth was opened in an ‘o’

long time. He hadn’t known that he was from

had only heard about him, but had never

the actual real you

my brother this time.

mean by real you? Have you ever met a fake me?” Armand called him

and explained, “No,

collar which was not wrinkled at all, and said proudly, “That’s