Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap by Hannah Baker

Abbott walked into the office with Dolores on his heels. Matthew was talking on the phone and gestured for them to keep quiet as they entered.

Although Dolores anxiously wanted to know what happened, she knew she needed to wait for the time being.

Several minutes later, Matthew hung out the phone and waved at Dolores. “Come here.”

Dolores walked over and stood in front of the desk, wiping her sweaty palms on her clothes.

“Give me your phone?” Matthew said, reaching out to her.

“What?”

Dolores’ eyes widened. Wasn’t he going to tell her what happened? Why did he want her phone?

What the hell was going on?

Abbott stood silently at the window, looking at the sky while praying in his heart, ‘god, Helen White, please come back as soon as possible. If you’re not here soon, I’m afraid Dolores Flores will snatch Mr. Nelson.’

Matthew raised his brows and asked in an unhappy tone. “You don’t want to give it to me?”

“No, no, sorry,” Dolores said, hurriedly getting her phone out of her bag and handing it to Matthew. “It’s not locked.”

Matthew took the phone and unlocked the phone. He then opened the contacts and entered his phone number. Staring at the screen for a long moment, he abruptly moved his fingers to type ‘Mr. Nelson’ into the name column. ‘Dolores always addressed him in this way, after all.’ He then dialed the number he saved and his phone sitting on his desk lit up and vibrated.

Dolores shifted her gaze between Abbott and Matthew, still trying to understand what they were doing.

“What the hell just happened? Hey, say something!” Dolores hated being ignored.

Matthew handed the phone back to her. “This is so I can find you any time I need to in the future.”

When he tried to contact Dolores that afternoon, it shocked him to discover he didn’t have her phone number. The worst part was that he was extremely and inexplicably unhappy to discover that.

Dolores didn’t take the phone. She stared at him as if she was questioning: So Abbott was so eager to find me, and it turns out to be because Matthew wanted my phone number?

Matthew put the phone on the desk and sighed heavily. “Please, prepare yourself.”

the large screen in front of her Matthew used for videoconferencing lit up

of the Flores Group office building, looking as if

dozens of onlookers stood below, creating a large crowd. Screams and cries of concern

at Abbott.

accident during the construction of the building and the whole thing collapsed. Naturally, she doesn’t want the house anymore but, according to the contract, once you buy the house it cannot be returned. So, now she’s standing on the top floor and is planning to commit suicide, trying to

“She… Is she really

if money was imperative, life was far more important. Not to mention that

is. If he returns her money, and if the other buyers follow suit and use potential suicide to threaten him, he knows he can’t raise enough money based on his company’s condition to refund all of them,” Abbott said coldly, making it clear it was none of his

to do something but didn’t know what.

at

chronic collapsing incidents. If the company didn’t do anything soon to resolve the situation

get over there, now,” Dolores said as she

knitted his brow and stood up to follow

“Abbott, bring some men.”

mess, and Matthew didn’t want Dolores

confused and enraged by the whole scene that had played out in front of him. Was the person who left the office really the graceful and arrogant

he needed to warn Matthew and

Group, Dolores was waiting for a

to the curb

pulled open the door and climbed in without hesitation. “We need

savings. Originally, she planned to use the money to buy a house, but now she knew she had no other choice but

you can save? If this woman gets money, more and more buyers are going to try this same approach. Can you afford it?” He couldn’t

woman really intended to jump from the

does her child. This is all my father’s fault and, whether or not I like it, I am his daughter…” Dolores trembled and curled her lips into a helpless smile. “I

his eyes on Dolores’ cheek. She was kind-hearted toward

help him. It was a

Abbott to

car in gear and pressed the Bluetooth button at the same time to

willing to help. “Oh… Thank you. I will withdraw my fund when

ahead. “We’re a couple now, you don’t need to be so courteous to

to look at him, but he was good at hiding his emotions and she couldn’t glean anything from his expression. So she

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