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

he pushed the door open and walked towards

to Matthew’s words, Abbott glanced at Dolores. Was she going to be

kids were at

“I got it!”

make any mistakes, you go

“Okay.”

and flipped through it. She was not interested in reading it, but she was bored and wanted to pass the

Matthew while

asked, “Would you like to see if

to Armand

and

air conditioner was

avoided him, “If you do this again, I will

pulled a long

here nor there; it was very

it from outside, they

didn’t force it, he was not in

the reception room. It was a short

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

after all was used to receive guests, and discuss matters with them.

Terry quickly stood up, he had been

motioned to him not

talk?” Matthew pulled up a chair to

at

her head to toe and then

his lips, “Have you always liked someone like this? Didn’t you used to

that she was now the daughter of the Herbert family. He knew that she had changed her name but he didn’t want to address her with a different name so he still used her old

was obvious that Dolores and Helen were not of the same

and simply looked at him coldly as he

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

easy to do, but the other party is someone

it was not that simple. To make an

already figured out a

fingers gently on the table rhythmically,

with a 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 by my

at him not

was opened in

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

him, but

met the actual real you today.” Terry said

avenge my brother this time.

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

hurriedly and explained, “No, no. I meant I worship

his collar which was not wrinkled at