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.

Abbott knocked on

pushed the

a low voice. After listening to Matthew’s words, Abbott glanced at Dolores. Was she going to be upset if

kids

“I got it!”

any mistakes,

“Okay.”

picked up a financial magazine and flipped through it. She was not interested in reading it, but she was bored and wanted to

couldn’t bother Matthew while he was

asked, “Would you like to see if

to Armand and

got up and took

thin and the air conditioner was on in

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

pulled a long

was neither here nor there; it

someone looked at it from outside, they wouldn’t

he was not in a hurry, there was

It was a short walk from

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

guests,

quickly stood up, he

to him not

the talk?” Matthew pulled up

at Dolores holding

head to

Didn’t you used to like those Helen

her and Matthew’s past relationship and also knew that she was now the daughter of the Herbert family. He knew that she had changed

obvious that Dolores

at him coldly as he

quickly and put away his sloppy act said seriously, “You

party was just an ordinary person, it would have been easy to do, but the other party is

was not that simple. To make an iron-clad

already figured out

tapping his fingers gently on the table rhythmically, as if he was thinking about

smile and introduced himself, “Let me introduce myself first. My name is Armand. I am the owner of DC Law Firm. You can call me

looked at him not knowing

was opened in an

asked him after a long time. He hadn’t known that he was from DC Law Firm and that he was the famous lawyer who had never lost a

had only heard about him, but

actual real you today.” Terry

can avenge my brother

the hell do you mean by real you? Have you ever met a fake me?” Armand

and explained,

not wrinkled at all, and said proudly, “That’s more