Chapter 155: Chapter 155



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In the villa of the Herbert Family….

At this point, the entire Herbert Family had almost gone to sleep. The lights were dim in the huge courtyard. It was quite quiet in the surroundings. Occasionally the rustle of windblown leaves could be heard.

Boyce reached over to tug at Matthew, fearing that he was too impulsive. “Even if you came here, I’m afraid you still won’t be able to find Dolores.”

“So you want me to wait? The longer we wait, the worse the situation with her will get.” The red dots of blood gathered in the center of her pupils, glowing a blood red.

Maria used to try to kill Dolores with intentional accidents. If this time Maria took her, she couldn’t think at all about the consequences. Now the only thing he could do was to force the Herbert Family to hand Maria over.

Boyce was shocked. Slowly he let go of Matthew. He had never seen the panic on Matthew’s face. He whispered, “What good is a friend? Leave this hard work in my hands.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Boyce kicked the door with a loud bang.

The surrounding creatures woke up immediately.

Landon was sleeping soundly. He was awakened by this loud noise. Camilla got up and turned on the lamp on the bedside table. “What was that sound just now?”

Landon did not stir. He half closed his eyes, looking rather sleepy. He didn’t feel good about being awakened by the loud bang. He replied groggily, “Must be thunder.” After finishing his words, he slept on.

Camilla didn’t think so. It was sunny during the day. How could there be a thunderstorm at night?

“Stop wondering. Go back to sleep. I don’t think anyone is kicking in the door.”

Camilla agreed with him after thinking about it. It was midnight and no one should be there. No burglar should have the nerve to break in.

Thanks to today’s high technology, the fire- and burglar-proof system was quite advanced.

Camilla turned off the lamp and went to bed again. She curled up in the comforter and slept leaning against Landon.

“Are you a family of pigs?” Boyce kicked the door much harder than he did now.

Bang!

The birds also startled and a huge group of them flew into the sky.

Boyce had practiced martial arts.

He was pretty strong.

“It’s not thunder.” This time Camilla heard it clearly. She got up and turned on the lamp on the bedside table. “The sound seemed to be coming from the door.”

Landon got up too, the quilt falling across his belly. “How could there be someone in the middle of the night?”

“Let me take a look.” Camilla got up and went downstairs. Warner was already up. Seeing Camilla, he asked, “Did you hear the big noise at the door, too?” Camilla nodded.

“Go back to sleep, please. I’ll go take a look.” Warner headed for the door as he pulled on a jacket. He opened the door to the house and stepped outside. There were lights in the yard, whose light was dim, not so bright. He could faintly see some figures. He quickened his steps.

He went to the door, pulled the security lock and opened it. Before he could recognize who was there, he received an unexpected kick. He had to back up a few steps, but still landed on his haunches.

Boyce was about to kick the door again, but it opened unexpectedly.

Then his kick landed on Warner’s body.

Covering his belly, Warner was furious. No one would feel good after being kicked so suddenly.

“Who are you, do you have a death wish, do you know where you are, how dare you make trouble here?” covering his belly, he stood up from the ground, looking at the two figures standing against the light.

Boyce stepped out of the shadow.

Warner saw his face clearly, frowning. “How can that be you?” he narrowed his eyes. “You think you’re a cop so you can barge into my house and intimidate me? You’re breaking the law. You’re deliberately breaking the law. You want to lose your job?”

Boyce sneered. “I’m just enforcing the law impartially.”

Warner knew Boyce’s identity. Hearing his words, Warner began to feel uncomfortable, wondering what he meant.

Boyce was different from an ordinary person. He could adapt to the current situation fairly quickly. He pulled out his phone and played a video clip in front of Warner.

“This is your sister, right?”

Warner glanced around: the person was wearing a mask. However, from the figure and the eyes, the person did look like Maria.

“Are you kidding?” Warner didn’t want to admit it matter-of-factly. “The person is wearing a mask-how can I tell if she’s my sister or not? I can tell she’s your sister instead. Don’t venomously slander others!”

Boyce had predicted that he would not admit it after watching the video clip. He said in an official tone, “Your sister went to visit a woman named Beulah Shawn in jail, and the woman was dead. Now we suspect it was your sister who did it. We will take her back for investigation. Please ask her sister to step outside.”

“Boyce Shawn, stop playing tricks. You just got a video clip and now you want to slander others, don’t you?” Warner would not admit that it was Maria in the clip.

“Since it’s not her, call your sister to deal with it.” Boyce didn’t give up at all.

“They’re all sleeping now. They’re disturbing the residence.” Warner seemed calm enough on the surface, but inside he panicked at Boyce’s words.

He couldn’t help but wonder what Mary had done again.

“So now what, you want me to make a fuss and inform everyone that another murder has turned up in the Herbert Family?” It was indeed a threat.

The Herbert Family was very careful about its dignity and reputation. The Sampson incident was not over yet, now if another murder was found in this family, they would be in big trouble.

“Wait here.” Warner turned and walked into the house.

There was a big fight at the door, so Landon had already come downstairs.

“What’s going on?” Landon made a long face.

“Call Maria Herbert to come down!” shouted Warner to a confused servant. He didn’t calm down, but grew more and more furious.

“She’s only good for stirring up trouble, isn’t she?”

“What has she done again?” Landon narrowed his eyes, gripping the handrail of the staircase with one hand.

“Boyce Shawn said she was involved in a homicide.”

“What?”

Landon’s body shuddered. He was even angrier than Warner. Slapping the handrail hard, which made his palm go numb, he blurted out, “What a bitch!” He regretted having recognized her.

The servant woke Maria up. Still in her pajamas, she looked up at the annoyed Warner and Landon and asked, “What happened?”

“You’re asking me?” Warner scoffed. “They’re outside. Come out and explain.”

Mary became very quiet. “I’ll go. Besides, Warner, calm down. How can you be so angry?”

“Stop it!” Landon shouted angrily at her. “You’d better have nothing to do with this affair. If you make trouble again, I’ll break your legs.”

“You wish to beat me to death, don’t you?” Maria grimaced, turned and headed for the door.

She looked like she didn’t respect her father at all.

“Dad, look at the attitude he’s got!” Warner blushed in anger.

“I’m not angry?” Landon gasped. “If I’d known she always causes trouble. I’d have strangled her when she was born. Well, I never would have let her be born.” Hearing Landon’s irritating voice, she curved her lips.

She had long since been disappointed in them, but she still felt sad to hear those words.

Surely, interest was the most important thing to those wealthy families.

Family affection? Meat and bones? It was all bullshit!

The night was dark.

Maria approached the door, looking at the two men standing there. Although they were backlit, she recognized Matthew, standing in the darkness.

She couldn’t see his expression clearly, his expression was blurred.

She guessed that he had known Dolores was missing, so he came to question her despite her public image and the time, hadn’t he?

Did he like that woman that much?

Mary suddenly burst out laughing.

Boyce frowned. “What are you laughing at?”

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