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

Chapter 284

Since Mrs. Leslie and Sampson had nothing to do, they decided to go back to City B.

The return journey was smooth and nothing unexpected happened to interfere with their journey.

There was not much time left for them as New Year’s Eve was around the corner.

Boyce had to keep an eye on Sampson. So, his car went last whereas Armand and Theresa sat in one car with Mrs. Leslie. Matthew and his family of four were in a caravan.

The scenery along the road was somewhat stagnant, without the vibrancy of spring, the bright green of summer and the fruit of autumn, only a very cold wind was left.

It was a quiet journey. They spent only half a day to complete half of the journey. It was much faster than the previous journey.

At noon, they rested in the service area to have lunch.

The service area was very crowded because it was nearing the end of the year, the car park was full of cars and there were all sorts of people standing everywhere.

Simona wanted to go to the washroom, so Dolores took her there. On the other hand, Matthew took Samuel to the restaurant. Armand and Theresa supported Mrs. Leslie and brought her in too.

Sampson had awoken. He was guarded by people all around, they were not to look after him, but to prevent him from committing suicide or escaping.

Boyce instructed his men to keep an eye on Sampson. Then, he went to the washroom before looking for them in the dining room. Mrs. Leslie was in the pink of health as she recuperated well, mainly because she was in a good mood. Armand’s marriage had always troubled her.

Now that Armand had married, she was free of preoccupations and there was why she was in a good mood.

“Grandma looks younger.” Boyce sat down and said.

“You always know how to make an old lady happy.” Mrs. Leslie sounded angry, but she was happy.

“I am telling the truth.” Boyce made Mrs. Leslie laughed.

Since the food in the service area did not taste nice, Boyce shoved a mouthful of food into his mouth and said, “Let’s simply eat something first, we’ll have a good meal when we get back to City B.”

Armand stood up, “I want to buy something. Theresa, please take care of grandma.”

Theresa nodded.

“Mr. Bernie, I saw someone selling jack fruit, please help me to buy one box when you come in,” Samuel said.

Armand looked at him, “Do you like it?”

eat, but she’s not a

turned around and walked out of the restaurant. He glanced at Boyce through the

so Armand let out a sigh of relief and put the hood on his

the car, he looked around. After making sure that no one was paying attention to him, he reached out his hand and pulled the car door. Inside the car, there were the two men who Boyce

it was Armand, the bodyguards inside the car greeted,

look at Sampson who was placed underneath

say that he’ll come

told me to come, why you guys don’t trust me?” Armand raised

waved his hands repeatedly, “No,

him, “Then why don’t

car and Armand got in. At

“Okay.”

down.

even put a brace inside his mouth so that

to die, Boyce would

can’t you move?” Armand asked with a

have the ability to die now, he was like

his eyes as he did not

pictures, “You think, if I take two nude... photos and make them into big banners then pull them up in front of the Herbert

he would definitely fight with Armand. He was

you threatened me, why

his eyes were twitching. It was clear that

pinched his face, patted it, snapped it, and tsked twice, “Why is this face as

sense organs were all twisted

was happy. He leant even

“Bang!”

glass shook. Sampson’s face swelled instantly and there was blood seeping

was numb due to the snap, “Damn, hitting you with my hand

kept twitching for several times as

it feel comfortable to be slaughtered?” Armand deliberately pinched his

hissed in

Knock Knock ---

the car window

the outsider could not see what was the inside and

only see Boyce half-leaning against the body of the car, “What should be taught had already been

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