Chapter 165: Chapter 165



“You want me to take her in for questioning?” To find any clues about Dolores, Boyce dreaded having to question her.

Matthew closed his eyes, looking weary, “No need.” This woman was still useful to him.

Boyce knew he had a plan, so he didn’t say much on this matter, “This is obviously one big conspiracy. First, Beulah, Maria and then this fake Miss Flores came to you. They did so much, just to get this fake Miss Flores to come to you? How is this beneficial to Maria?”

Matthew’s eyes opened quickly. What had happened during this period of time quickly converged in his head. Beulah’s death was not necessarily related to Maria, but because of Annabelle she herself had been willing to die. She had never had freedom, so it was better for her to help her daughter succeed.

So what was the benefit to Maria?

She wasn’t the type of person to do things for others in return for nothing.

Why would she help Annabelle, without even hesitating to put herself in danger?

The relationship between her and the Herbert Family was not good. The only one of the Herbert Family who had a good relationship with her was Sampson, but he had already gone to….

“This is not good.” Matthew stood up suddenly.

Unable to keep up with his thoughts, Boyce asked, “What’s going on?”

“I’m afraid Sampson isn’t there anymore.” He took a step forward and headed for the door.

Boyce quickly followed, “How is it possible he’s not in jail? It’s not like he can escape easily…” At that moment, he realized something was wrong. “Could it be that the Herbert Family wasn’t true to their word?”

Matthew looked at him. This might have nothing to do with the Herbert Family but with Mary.

The door opened and on the other side Abbott was holding Samuel and standing with his hand raised about to knock.

Matthew stopped and looked at Samuel in Abbott’s arms, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down.

“Where’s my mom?” Samuel looked up at him.

Originally, Matthew had planned for Samuel to meet the fake Dolores to put him at ease. But now, he couldn’t accept the idea of him calling this woman “Mom.”

With trembling fingers, she reached up and touched him on the cheek gently, “You’re a man, you should behave like one.” Samuel’s expression was tense.

Obviously, what Matthew had just said was a bad omen.

“Your mom is missing.” He pulled Samuel into his arms, “Should we go look for her together?”

Samuel didn’t reject Matthew and hugged him, but said nothing more. His eyes were bloodshot and he was still struggling to keep the tears from falling. His voice was extremely hoarse as he said, “I’m a man, I’m not going to cry. I want to find mommy.”

Matthew squeezed the little boy’s head in his embrace. The softness between his brows had never appeared.

Samuel was being so good. He pressed quietly against his heart, listening to his heartbeat and smelling his unique fragrance.

His small hands gripped Matthew’s neck tightly and he said firmly, “We’ll definitely find mam.”

Matthew gave a soft ‘hm’ in response.

He looked at Abbott and said in a deep voice, “Keep an eye on the woman inside.” Saying that he walked outside.

Abbott’s jaw dropped – what woman, what was the situation?

As Boyce passed him, he gave him the short story: “Miss Flores is missing. The one inside is a fake. She’s still useful, so don’t let her know we’ve discovered she’s a fake for the time being.”

Abbott, “…” What?

Dolores had disappeared and a fake one had arrived in her place? What was going on!

Boyce didn’t have much time to talk to him. He patted Abbott on the shoulder, followed Matthew and left the hotel.

Boyce drove and called his subordinate to see if Sampson was still in jail.

Within half an hour, word came that Sampson had been replaced. The one in jail was not him, but he looked a little like him.

Boyce looked at Matthew in the back seat through the rearview mirror, “He’s gone.”

“What do we do now?” Boyce was nervous.

“I want to see Mary.” Matthew’s voice was low and deep, as if each syllable came from deep in his chest.

Boyce said he understood and drove faster. Soon, the car stopped at the detention center.

Matthew got out of the car holding Samuel and rubbed his hair, “You play with Uncle.

Boyce for a while, I’ll come in for a while.”

Samuel didn’t know what he was going to do, but he knew the place he was going couldn’t be seen by his eyes. He nodded obediently.

Boyce took Samuel’s hand, “Let me take you to my office.” Samuel nodded and followed him.

“Mr. Nelson.” Nick came out.

Nick was Boyce’s subordinate, he had arranged everything.

Matthew nodded and Nick led the way.

It was the same building he’d come to at night, down the hall to the back room.

“This is quiet, no one will bother you. I’ll wait outside.” said Nick.

Matthew hummed in response and walked towards the room. At the end of the hallway, there was a strong wall with a small window above it with an electric anti-escape grille. The door was next to the wall.

He pushed the door to the room. There was no window in the small square room. On the ceiling was a white energy-saving light bulb and an interrogation chair just below it. Maria was sitting in the chair handcuffed to it.

She was wearing the same dress as when she had been caught that night. The pajamas were torn and twisted, exposing large areas of her skin.

There were dried blood stains at the corners of her mouth and on her clothing. The wounds on his head and the corners of his mouth had not been cleaned and had dried with scabs.

She cocked her head to one side, looking at Matthew with a smile, “Come to see me again?”

Matthew closed the door, took a quiet, steady step until he stood in front of her and stared at her.

Mary lifted her head to meet his gaze and smiled, “What are you doing staring at me like that, did you miss me?”

But she sensed that something didn’t add up. By now, she should have found ‘Dolores’, why was she coming now?

“Shouldn’t you be playing ‘kiss me’ and ‘hug me’ with Dolores right now? What made you think of coming to see me?”

Matthew didn’t change his expression. His face betrayed no emotion, making her unable to decipher his thoughts even a little.

Mary felt a little uneasy, but she knew that, according to her plan, ‘Dolores’ should have gotten to him without a problem.

Sampson had also left town with Dolores, who had amnesia.

As for her, Boyce could find no evidence linking her to the crime and had secured a lawyer.

This was a happy ending.

Although she had lost Matthew, she had helped her brother get along just fine.

At first, Matthew had never wanted her.

The plan went forward just like that. It was perfect.

But why did he come here?

After finding ‘Dolores’, shouldn’t he be home with her?

As a result, he was going to be able to let Boyce take care of his business and set her free by finding no evidence of her crime.

Everything that happened when Matthew appeared in front of her made her uncomfortable. “Isn’t Dolores flirtatious enough to serve you well…”

Smack His voice stopped abruptly.

Instead of listening to her foul words, Matthew’s hand swept the air and smacked her hard across the face. Unprepared for it, Mary fell to the floor with her chair with a loud thud. There was a loud noise and dust flew everywhere.

He squatted down in front of her on one knee, “Don’t try to act smart in front of me. You don’t know how much evidence I have against you and I know you think I don’t know much about you. tell me honestly if you don’t want to die, where is Dolores?”

Mary couldn’t hear well; her mind was buzzing and her face was so numb that she couldn’t feel her at all. Through her messy hair streaming across her face, she smiled with a bloodied mouth, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Really?” Matthew ran out of patience. He stood up and unbuttoned his suit jacket, leaving it completely open and revealing the white shirt inside.

Mary hadn’t recovered from the slap a moment ago, she didn’t know what his intentions were, “You…. What are you doing?”

Matthew smiled wickedly, “If you don’t want to say it, then let’s change the method.” Mary’s eyes widened. Just as she was about to say something, he lifted his leg and she felt a rush of air in her chest. The sky flipped as she shot through the air. She slammed into the wall, shattering her spine, which caused torturous pain, as if the flesh was being ripped from her bones.

He fell to the ground convulsing.

Staring in horror at the furious man before him, he gasped, “You …. do you know?”

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