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Theresa said impatiently, âWhat the hell do you want?â.
Armand pulled out his business card and handed it to her, âYou can call me if you need anything. Iâll come to the store to tell you if thereâs any progress. During this time, weâd have to bother you to run the store by yourself.â
Theresa raised her eyes and looked at Armand. He looked serious. She had just arrived in China and was not very familiar with it. To find Dolores, she had to trust them and she also wanted to know any news about the search for Dolores.
She reached out and took the business card Armand handed her, âThank you. Dolores is very kind to me. Iâll take care of everything at the store until she returns.â
Armand nodded, inwardly wondering if he could find a reason to stop her from leaving.
âHow did you come, do you want a ride?â
âI drove here.â Theresa tucked the business card in her purse and said, âGoodbye.â
Saying this she headed for the car.
Armand ran a strand of hair over his head and sighed in frustration. Why was it so hard to strike up a conversation with her?
When he used to flirt with women, was it still taking so much effort?
He shook his head to clear his thoughts, turned around and headed for the elevator. The elevator stopped with a metallic sound and the door opened. Just as Armand was about to Armand was about to step inside, the person inside made him stop in his tracks, âItâs you.â
His voice turned cold immediately, âWhat are you doing here?â.
Warner opened his mouth to reply, âWhat Iâm doing here has nothing to do with you, does it?â.
The Herbert Family wasnât as good as it used to be, but their reputation and status were still no match for him as a lawyer.
Armand frowned, gave him a blank look, and stepped into the elevator.
Warner straightened his suit and stepped out.
He didnât care about Armand at all.
Armandâs heart was pounding at the thought that Matthew was going to kill Maria. It was impossible for Warner not to know that his sister was locked up because of Matthew.
So, the question was, why had he come here?
To declare war on Matthew or to propose?
Armand had yet to find out. At that moment, the elevator door opened and, as he walked down the hallway, the entire office area was inexplicably shrouded in a muted atmosphere.
Could it be because the boss was in a bad mood and the whole company resented it?
Armandâs throat tightened. It wasnât cold, but he couldnât help a shiver.
He went to the door and knocked. When he heard the voice inside say âcome in,â he opened the door.
The huge office seemed dull and deserted. If he hadnât seen the man sitting behind the desk, he would have thought there was no one in the office.
Armand walked in, closed the door, and addressed the desk, âWhat was Warner doing here?â
Before Matthew could answer, he guessed, âHe came to look for trouble?â But as he thought about Warnerâs behavior over the past few years, he felt he didnât have the courage to declare war on Matthew.
If Warner was capable enough, the Herbert Family would not be what it was today.
Mathew raised his eyes and placed a document on the table in front of Armand.
Armand picked it up and opened it. It was a letter of intent for cooperation, which was not strange between business partners. What was strange was that the letter of intent was signed by Warner and included important Herbert Family land.
The Herbert Family had a nice piece of land in City B, which was left by their ancestors. Although the building was abandoned, the location was good.
âDoes he really want to cooperate with you to build a big shopping mall on this land?â Armand felt he had just seen the devil.
Didnât Warner consider Matthew an enemy? But now he was bringing his own land and wanted to make a business partnership with Matthew?
âI used to hear a saying: at vanity fair, one second, you fight to the death. But the next second, for profit, you shake hands. I finally saw that today. But the most important thing is, do you agree?â
âWhy wouldnât I agree?â Matthew got up and walked to the French window, leaving a long shadow on the floor.
Today, Warner took the initiative to approach him to show his good intentions. If the Herbert Family dared to get involved in Maryâs affair, he would finish them off.
Since he knew that Doloresâ disappearance was related to Maria, he had made many preparations and the Herbert Family was going to be the first to bear the brunt of it.
After all, Maria was his family, who knew whether or not they would go against him to save his reputation?
Now that Warner had revealed his weakness, he could turn Maria over to Boyce and Armand. He needed time to find out Doloresâ whereabouts.
The more time that passed, the more disadvantaged Matthew was going to be in finding Dolores.
He didnât have time to waste on a fight with the Herbert Family.
âSurrendering the tower to save the queen. Itâs really cruel.â Armand snorted with disdain, âDo rich families really have no real feelings for each other?â Armandâs words were secretly directed at Matthew.
Matthewâs mother was also part of a large family. Her marriage to Jayden could be described as a strong alliance, but emotionally it was nothing to make anyone jealous.
Not long after her death, Jayden married someone else.
This, too, was a thorn that had long been stuck between father and son.
Matthew looked at him.
Armand coughed dryly. He shouldnât have spoken of this at the time. He straightened his face, âMe and Boyce have planned it all out, you donât have to worry about it. Leave it to me and Boyce. Boyce hasnât stood idly by, he tried to pry Miss Floresâ whereabouts out of her but she kept her mouth shut tight.â
Boyce had used many methods.
Could a womanâs jealousy be so frightening, Armand thought to himself.
He didnât know that Maria was anything more than jealous.
She felt that Dolores had stolen Matthew from her and taken from him everything that should have belonged to him. She detested her and resented her.
Buzz At that moment, Matthewâs phone on the table vibrated. Armand glanced at it and said to Matthew, âItâs Abbott.â
He then picked it up and handed it to Matthew.
Matthew took it and answered the call, âMr. Nelâ¦â. Before Abbott could speak, the phone was snatched away from him, âMatthew, where are you?â. The voice of âDoloresâ was heard immediately.
Armand stretched his head, wanting to hear what the person on the other end of the phone was saying.
Matthew gave him a sidelong glance and handed him the phone, âDo you want to take this?â
Armand gasped, shook his head quickly and said in embarrassment, âYou take it, you take it.â
To show she didnât want to pry, she stepped back and distanced herself from him.
âWhen are you coming back? I miss you so much.â At that moment, âDoloresâ planted herself in the hotel room drawing circles on the table with her fingers and said in an aggrieved tone, âAbbott wonât let me come out to see you. Why does he do that?â
Matthewâs face was expressionless and his tone was slightly cold, âGive him the phone.â
âDoloresâ thought Matthew was going to reprimand Abbott, so she couldnât help but feel a little proud and handed him the phone, âHey, donât say I didnât remind you, offending me is not good for you.â
Abbott stared at her. With the same face as Dolores, how could her character be so bad?
Indeed, she was a fake, and quality was not guaranteed.
She reached out to take the phone and put it to her ear, âMr. Nelson.â
âDoloresâ didnât know what Matthew said to her, but her expression turned serious: âYes, I understand.â
And in her eyes, Matthew had scolded her. She turned around and sat down on the couch, âSee, I told you Matthew cares a lot about me. Youâre being very disrespectful to me. Wait until I see him, Iâll tell him everything.â
Abbott hung up the phone and said weakly, âIf you want to tell him, I wonât stop you. In fact, letâs go see him right now.â
In fact, Abbott paid no attention to her words at all.
She, a fake, dared to raise her voice and make a scene? She wasnât even afraid of getting caught.
Exasperated, âDoloresâ thought she was going to see Matthew and got up from the couch quickly, ignoring the pain in her foot. âIs he waiting for me?â
Abbott pursed his lips, âYes.â
âHuh, you were acting like a snob, now youâve gone mute. Now do you know where I stand in Matthewâs heart? Iâve given birth to two children for him. In the future Iâll be Mrs. Nelson, if I tell him about your behavior, I can have you fired in a minute!â Doloresâ words became more presumptuous because Abbott had not allowed her to leave and was not respectful to her.
Annabelle had always had a domineering temper and now that she had become the person next to Matthew, she was naturally going to be arrogant. Abbott didnât flatter her or give her the attention and respect she demanded, so she held a grudge.
She was not rational enough to know that this was not the time and she wanted to go meet with Matthew to get him to fire Abbott.
Abbott gave her a commanding look and smiled, âIâll wait and see.â Doloresâs face turned very ugly.
She had made up her mind that when she got power, the first thing she was going to do was fire Abbott!
âHelp me, canât you see my foot hurts, are all the people around Matthew that dumb?â
Abbott was too irritated to argue with her and reached out to support her.
They rode the elevator down to the hotel lobby, and crossed the lobby to the parking lot outside the hotel. As Abbott was about to get into the car, âDoloresâ said sarcastically, âYou donât know who you are?â
Abbott looked back â what did she want now?
âOpen the door for me!â She glared at him.
Abbottâs gaze lingered on her face for a few seconds and finally he reached over and opened the back door.
âDoloresâ snorted coldly and sat down in the car.
âHow stupid! I donât know how you became Matthewâs assistant.â Abbott bit his cheek and pursed his lips.
He hoped she could still be this arrogant after she got to the place.
She started the car.
In order not to be discovered and to be able to be at Matthewâs side without trouble, âDoloresâ had investigated who was around Matthew and had a slight cognition. She also had an understanding of the WY Group.
But the direction of Abbottâs car was clearly not in the path of Group WY.
She couldnât help but frown, âIsnât Matthew at the company? Where is he taking me?â
Abbott looked at her coldly through the rearview mirror, âYouâll know when you get there.â
Soon after, the car stopped. âDoloresâ couldnât help a wince as she saw where he was. She shivered slightly, âYouâ¦. Why did you bring me here?â
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