Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

Chapter 504 He Was Looking Forward To It, But He Felt Conflicted

Boyce leaned on his car seat and propped his head with one arm. He should have pushed Jasmine away at the very first instance. How could his mind wander off?

He felt like he was the one bullying her. Even though she was the one who took the initiative, he was an adult. Furthermore, it was not like he was young already. How could he not realize what she was trying to do at that time?

Just as Boyce was getting upset and annoyed, the phone in his pocket rang. It was Armand who had called, asking him if he wanted to go to country Y.

Boyce was a little confused, why would they want to go there at this timing?

Armand didn't tell him why but just asked if he wanted to go or not.

Boyce thought about it for a while. He knew that he would have weird thoughts if he stayed idle, "I'll go."

"Reach the airport before 3 o'clock. If not, don't blame us for not waiting for you." Armand directly hung up the phone after saying that.

Armand sat in the car, holding the invitation card in his hand. He was examining the people on it, and the time and venue were printed on the back of the invitation card. The exhibition was not held within the country, but instead, it was an international fashion clothing exhibition. Therefore, it would be held in country Y, where the clothing industry was most powerful and most influential. However, for the exhibition this time, they would only be focusing on one special topic.

Armand smacked his lips and said, "I really don't understand why you need to go there..."

However, in an instant, Armand suddenly thought of something. Dolores was a clothing designer, so did Matthew wanted to go there and find her?

Thinking of this, he turned his head, looked at Matthew, and asked, "You think that Dolores will show up?"

eyebrows. Obviously, he did not want to talk about this topic. He directly leaned back on his seat, closed his

thinking about. However, he didn't know if he would bump into her or not, or would she even be there in the first place. If she was willing to reveal herself, her figure would have appeared on the invitation card along

see her, however, he was looking forward to it

person. He didn't continue to pursue this topic and just sat there quietly, waiting for Boyce to

didn't know what

was a betrayal towards Theresa if he kept looking at

could reach there in the morning, rest for half a day,

had been quiet for a night and a day. But why

if he had lost his soul and wasn't as spirited as before. Armand felt as though he had come out with two

for private affairs; therefore, they had stayed relatively low-profile. In the evening, they hailed a local cab and went to the exhibition center from the hotel. The exhibition center was huge, located in between several high-rise buildings. Even when the night came, the bustling metropolis would never be stripped of its glitz and glamour. The whole city was enveloped in twinkling and shining lights, making it

in front of the entrance of the exhibition hall. It had the same logo as the invitation card, and the only difference was the extra row of locally translated letters

out. They got a tremendous amount of response too since it was Dolores's first personal clothing exhibition after she got famous. Naturally, as Dolores's talent-spotter, Mrs. William attended the exhibition as well. She even changed her

Media reporters from all relevant industries were busy testing their camera equipment. The visitors all came from various industries, including wedding dresses, photographic studios, etc. As long as they were related to the fashion industries, all of them were here. The

be easily recognizable. A row of tables that was covered in white silk

visitors so that they could sit there

him. She wore a piece of red long cheongsam with a slanted collar with

The male host raised his microphone. Because the

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