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

Michael pretended to be calm and composed as he fixed his collar, “What does Mr. Shawn want with me?”

Officer Sharp replied, “I am in the dark about that. You will know when you go now.”

Michael stopped asking and surmised that it must be about what had gone down today. Now that a piece of evidence was against him, Mr. Shawn must be taking this chance to interrogate him. What else could he want other than that?

He took in a deep breath and walked out of his own office and came knocking on the door of the station head.

There was a muffled reply from inside the office immediately.

Michael pushed the door open to enter the office.

Boyce was in a phone call at that moment, and upon seeing the visitor, he gestured to him to take a seat.

Michael pulled the chair in front of the desk and take a seat. His heart was racing with anxiety, but he made sure his face didn’t show any of that.

Hierarchy would always trump over anything, and what’s more, his superior was levels higher than him in position. In the first place, he was at a disadvantage when faced with this particular superior, and now that his apparent weak point was caught, he could only be the lamb waiting for the slaughter.

“I understand.” Boyce ended his call very hastily and he put the phone back to its curb.

“I don’t have anything to say to defend myself.” Immediately after Boyce putting the phone down, Michael began, “You can subject me to any punishment you see fit.”

At this moment, there was still an air of arrogance on him. He didn’t completely submit himself and lower his stance.

Boyce leaned backwards onto his chair and watched him without any expression, “Punishment is the bare minimum here.” And then he suddenly took a sharp turn in the conversation, “Didn’t you want to handle that 218 case? You will be on it from now on. I want to see results in ten days.”

Michael’s eyes widened in disbelief as he stammered, “I—Is this my punishment?”

Boyce replied curtly, “Yes.”

what. Come what may, I will receive any kind of punishment you throw at

way of punishing you. If you think it is too light, then what about closing the

sip of tea from the contents. The cup seemed warm as

still the deputy officer of station, Michael always felt indignant and unwilling to accept him for that

that video was to

to her putting up a firm stance opposite him. The chances of

over” Michael

so if you can’t close this case properly, more punishment will be waiting for you. That’s all; you can

couldn’t grasp Boyce’s intention at all, so he

give me a fair judgment. I believe in the organization and party, but as for you, I don’t think you are a vile person. You are targeting me because of your self-fueled belief that you

upon Boyce’s eyes “Then, did you ever

Michael said nothing.

attitude needs some tweaking.” Boyce simply touched on the topic, “Enough, I still have things to do. You can dismiss

glanced at him before getting up to

was replaying Boyce’s words. Was

moment the door shut, Boyce heaved a sigh of relief. He picked up his hat and

was from Officer Miller. He had asked for a

be because he somehow got news of

station and hopped onto his car and drove towards

visited, and after today, it might

house, he raised his hand to

Officer Miller and Wendy was at home. Mrs. Miller was diverted to another place by

Officer