Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

Boyce’s men caught Bess right after she had returned from the hospital. Then she was taken to the small flat.

“Is this your house?” Armand asked. Although he had known the answer, he still asked her, aiming to test if she was an honest woman.

Bess looked around the men in the room and answered honestly, “Yes, it is.”

She was quite smart. Sampson, who used to stay here, didn’t seem to be an ordinary man, and neither did those men in her house currently.

“Who have stayed here before?” asked Armand again.

“I don’t know them. The man gave me some money to stay here for the time being. There was a woman with him.” Bess didn’t dare to lie at all.

Matthew, sitting on the sofa, closed his eyes tightly when hearing Bess’s words, frowning deeply.

Armand took a glance at Matthew and asked, “Where are they now?”

“They are gone. The woman got injured. They went to see a doctor in the hospital, and she was fine. Then she was taken away.”

Armand’s eyelid twitched fiercely.

Hence, Dolores was injured for real, wasn’t she

He gingerly took another glance at Matthew. Boyce, standing next to him, dared not to utter any word.

The atmosphere had become more and more stressed. The coldness from somewhere made them so timid that nobody dared to utter a beep.

Matthew stood up and walked to Bess. He looked down at her, “How did she get injured?”

Bess could obviously feel how angry this man was. She dared not to tell him. Lowering her head, she was trembling all over.

“Speak!”

All the people in the room were shocked by his sudden outburst of anger. Bess directly knelt in fear with a loud bang. She winced in pain and stammered, “I... I don’t know. I was downstairs at that time. Mr. Herbert didn’t allow me to go upstairs.”

that woman, “Are you here to find Ms. Flores? She was always locked up on the second floor. On the

Armand was almost anxious to

saw that Ms. Flores wasn’t decent and blood oozed on her head. Mr. Herbert was naked. I heard them argue upstairs. I guess Ms. Flores wasn’t willing, so, so she

but the implication was quite simple and obvious. Everyone knew what had

in the room,

and the muscles on

flame of anger. As if Bess had the guts to lie to him, he would kill her right away, he said in a low and deep voice, “Tell me. Where is

away directly from the hospital. But I saw him look for the routes on his cell phone, and his destination seemed to be Sichuan Province. For real. I’m telling the truth. I dare not to deceive you. I could tell that Mr. Herbert lied to me as he mentioned that Ms. Flores was his girlfriend. I found that Ms. Flores didn’t love him at all. For resisting him, she’d rather hurt herself. Really. That’s all

just rent my flat to them. I didn’t do anything. I’ve told you all that I know.

they were heading to Sichuan Province, our men checking at the pass would find them. Since Sampson Herbert wasn’t willing to be found, he didn’t dare to go through the highway or did he dare to take the plane. Even the IDs are needed to take the train, so he could only take the

we go after them now, probably we

kept reminding him not to lose control, he

stay here with Abbott. Boyce, you come

fake Dolores. However, he couldn’t delay looking for Dolores. Hence, it would be more efficient to deal with both

talkative as Armand. Right then, Matthew didn’t want to be bothered by

woman who led them here was after them. She

her. Although they hadn’t found Dolores, this woman was quite warm-hearted. He could see that her family

educated. After a

was a piece of paper. She wondered if they wanted to deceive her since they could tell that she

and it would be exchanged for cash for you. There are a hundred

One hundred thousand!

thousand, less than ten thousand. This was a huge amount of money

time he

The woman immediately took it over, holding it in her hands carefully. She was afraid

got in the car and left. He headed in a different direction from that Matthew was heading. He went to the detention house and dealt with the matter

the cars and men that they

off immediately. Instead, he sat in the car and looked at the lights in the villa. Occasionally, he could hear Simona’s voice, which was soft and sweet. The clear childish

like an invisible web that was closing up bit by

his unawareness, carelessness, and mistake had