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

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 the

told him to come in, he pushed the door open and walked

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

kids were

“I got it!”

mistakes,

“Okay.”

was not interested

while

asked, “Would you like to see if they have finished

referred to Armand

got up and took off

and the air conditioner was on in the

avoided him,

pulled a

current relationship was neither here nor

someone looked at it from outside, they wouldn’t

it, he was not in a hurry, there

and Terry were in the reception room. It 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

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

he had been somewhat ill at

him

was the talk?” Matthew pulled

him and stared at

from her head to toe

you always liked someone like this? Didn’t

relationship and also knew that she was now the daughter of the Herbert family. He knew that she had changed her name but he didn’t

was obvious that Dolores and Helen were

at him coldly as he talked

it quite quickly and put away his sloppy act said seriously, “You have to help

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

it was not that simple. To make

had already figured

gently on the table

he stopped talking. He stood up, walked up to Dolores with a smile and introduced himself, “Let me introduce myself first. My name is Armand. I am the owner

him not knowing what to

mouth was opened in an

time. He hadn’t known that he was

only heard about him, but had never

actual real you today.”

my brother this time.

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

and explained, “No, no.

up taller, straightening his collar which was not wrinkled at