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WY Group.
The wall behind the counter had a gold background and was inlaid with the words âWY Group,â bold and powerful. It looked magnificent and stood out in peopleâs eyes like a dragonâs nest, making people afraid to underestimate it.
âIâm sorry, you havenât made an appointment, I canât let you come up.â The receptionist said in a professional tone.
Theresa stood at the counter anxiously and said politely, âI really need to meet with your president and ask him something. Itâs very urgent.â
Dolores had not been to the store for two days and could not be reached. Dolores had moved to Matthewâs villa and didnât know where she was. She was a little worried, so she had come in wanting to ask Matthew why Dolores wasnât coming to the store.
The store had just opened and most of her customers were coming because of her reputation. Her absence was going to make customers feel that they were not being treated sincerely.
Besides, Dolores was very serious and passionate about her word and was not the type of person who would just stop going without saying anything.
If she had been able to contact her and Dolores had said she wasnât going to the store because she had something to do, then Theresa would have felt reassured. But right now, she couldnât even contact her.
How could she not worry?
âIâm so sorry. I canât let you go upstairs without an appointment. If everyone behaves like you, our boss wonât be able to do anything besides meet with people like you and waste his time.â Although she kept her dignified attitude, her words were not as smooth as before, as she was annoyed with Theresa.
âWhy canât you guys be a little accommodating? Or how about you call your boss and let me talk to him on the phone.â
âNo. If you have a lot of time, you can sit in the lobby and wait for him to come down. You can talk to him yourself and if heâs willing you can ask him anything you want.â
âWhy are you being like this?â
âIâm sorry, itâs my job.â
Theresa lowered her head sadly. The people in this huge company were so unkind.
She just wanted to see Matthew.
âHi, Theresa!â Armand walked through the door, twirling the car key in his hand, looking idle.
Theresa didnât bother to pay attention to him.
She turned to leave.
âHi.â As she passed him, he grabbed her arm, âHow come you hide every time you see me? I donât eat people. Besides, weâre friends, we should greet each other when we meet, arenât you being too impolite?â
Theresa frowned and tried to wriggle out of his grasp, âPoliteness also depends on who the other person is. You grab my wrist as soon as you arrive. If I didnât know any better, Iâd think you were a hustler.â
Armand raised his eyebrows, shook off his dustless suit and looked at her with narrowed eyes, âI can sue you for slander for talking like that.â
Theresaâs face sank and she said in disgust, âAre you crazy? First you provoke me and now you make false accusations. Wow, this is telling.â
Armand wasnât actually going to sue her, but was just teasing her. Seeing her angry, the corners of his lips lifted slightly, âYouâve come to meet Matthew?â He had overheard her talking to the receptionist as she walked in.
Before Theresa could respond, she said, âFancy our Matthew?â.
âWhat nonsense are you talking!â Theresa was annoyed and her face turned red. Matthew was very handsome; he had the charm that only a mature man could have.
But she knew very well that he was Doloresâ.
She had never thought of him that way.
Did he have the nerve to tease her?
He simply wasnât a person!
âAre you angry?â Armand tilted his head to look at her.
Theresa wanted so badly to slap him and it took all her strength not to. She gave him a fierce look and hurried away.
Armand curved his lips and stood his ground as he looked at her with a strategic gaze, âYouâve come to see Matthew to ask about Miss Flores, havenât you?â
Armand had just come from Boyceâs office to deal with the matter of the accusation against Maria.
He had learned from Boyce that there was no word from Dolores. He had heard that Matthew was in a bad mood because of this. As his friend, he had to come to worry about it.
Theresaâs footsteps stopped-she knew about Dolores!
But at the thought of his chutzpah, she resisted and didnât speak to him immediately.
âSomething has happened to Miss Flores, donât you worry as her friend?â Armand turned and looked at the hesitant Theresa.
Did something happen to Dolores?
How could something happen to her?
Theresa didnât believe him. She wouldnât doubt it if someone else had told her, but she didnât have a good impression of him.
âDonât try to fool me. Dolores is fine. Why are you cursing her? What are you trying to do?â Armand, ââ¦â
You didnât believe him?
âIs my character so bad?â
âAre you even a person?â Theresa looked at him coldly. Talking to him was useless.
Seeing that Theresa was really angry, Armand straightened his expression and said seriously, âMiss Flores has been missing for two days and there is no news of her. Now, itâs hard to tell even if sheâs in B-Town or not, do you believe it now?â. After saying that, Armand went to the reception and stayed there. At the reception desk, he ran his hand across the table that reflected peopleâs faces on it, looked at the receptionist and winked at her.
Although Armand didnât come to the company often, everyone knew about his relationship with Matthew. The receptionist had already seen his interaction with Theresa a moment ago.
Armand knew her.
He knew Theresa might have a real reason to see Matthew.
But he had never seen this woman before â where was she from?
He couldnât help but gossip, âWho is she?â
Armand raised his eyebrows, âItâs nothing for you to know. Gossip less and do your job.â
The receptionist pursed her lips and replied dryly, âUnderstood. No gossip.â
âGood girl.â Armand smiled at her with a charming look.
The receptionist took a sip of water. Although Armand wasnât as attractive as Matthew, he was still a âdiamondâ among ordinary people.
And he had just winked at her.
The receptionist looked at Armand like a lovesick fool, unaware that she was almost drooling.
Armand sighed in disgust.
Dolores had disappeared?
Was she real or fake?
Theresa looked at Armand in confusion. Her concern for Dolores overcame her disgust for him. âHad something really happened to Dolores?â
In fact, she hadnât been able to contact her for two days.
Armand looked at her like she was an idiot, âCan you joke about something like that? Besides, why would I lie to you?â.
âSo what should we do now?â Theresa nearly cried anxiously, âWhat about Samuel and Simona?â
Armand didnât react for a while, âSamuel and Simona, who?â
âDoloresâ son and daughter.â
âWaitâ¦â Armand reached over and pulled her aside. Dolores had been married to Matthew before. It didnât last long and it was a hidden marriage. Not many people knew about it, only a few close to Matthew knew.
But now he was saying that Dolores had had children.
Whose children were they?
Matthewâs?
This wasâ¦
After so many years after the divorce, it was hard to say they were Matthewâs.
Besides, did Matthew know that Dolores had children?
âYou said Miss Flores gave birth to two children, how old are they?â
âFive or six years old. Theyâre twins, so theyâre both the same age, whatâs wrong?â Seeing the wariness in Armandâs eyes, Theresa also became alert. Why was she asking?
âDo you know that Miss Flores was married?â
âYes.â
In fact, Dolores never told anyone about herself, nor did she mention her short marriage to Theresa. Theresa only said so because she had guessed.
Because Dolores was not someone who slept around casually. Theresa had been with her for so long, knowing her character and personality, that she would never have given birth to someoneâs children unless she was married.
And from her observation, the man she had been married to was Matthew. She didnât know why they had divorced. She could see that Matthew still had feelings for Dolores.
Armand complained twice: âYou know everything, you seem to be very good friends with Miss Flores. Then you would know the father of the two childrenâ¦â
âHuh, what do you mean?â Theresa snorted coldly, obviously sensing that he thought Samuel and Simona were not Matthewâs.
âDolores isnât someone who casually sleeps around. Donât overthink it and donât think sheâs a bad person.â Theresa was angry again that Armand doubted Dolores and her children.
Since infancy, the two children had been raised alone by Dolores. Their father had never once fulfilled his obligations. But now, even her friends were casually questioning the identity of the two children. How could she not be angry?
Armand looked at her, âYouâre angry again.â
âI have nothing to say to you.â Theresa didnât want to deal with him at all, but out of politeness, she said, âThank you for telling me about Dolores.â
After speaking, she turned and left. Armand chased her outside, âWait a minute.â
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