Chapter 172: Chapter 172



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“You have to get used to it.” Armand smiled and shot a glance at Boyce. “Hurry up and start your show to amaze Miss Flores.”

“Speaking of wowing, why doesn’t Miss Flores come with me inside and take a closer look? That would be more exciting.”

“No.” ‘Dolores’ waved her hands and refused to be touched. Did anyone give her the right to refuse now? Armand and Boyce looked at each other, not caring about her resistance, lifted her out of the chair. She had to go any way she could.

“Do you know who I am, how could they do this to me?” ‘Dolores’ struggled hard. “Let me go now.”

“Of course we know who you are, this is why we need to train you to be braver. Matthew didn’t need a weak and timid woman by his side.” Armand’s words managed to leave ‘Dolores’ speechless. She was dragged into the interrogation room. Boyce and Armand deliberately released her in front of Mary. Her shoes were stained with blood. She wanted to retract her leg, but Maria grabbed it. Although she looked weak, her strength at that moment was incredibly great.

“Let go of me, let go of me.” ‘Dolores’ kicked in panic, she was too nervous that she accidentally kicked Maria’s head. Maria’s vision went out for two seconds. “How dare you kick me?” He snarled at her. There was blood between her teeth. Her face was so pale and fierce she looked like a ghost coming out of hell.

“No, I didn’t, I’m sorry. It’s you who grabbed me first.” ‘Dolores’ was so frightened she muttered. Mary didn’t look human at all at this point. Boyce, who was next to her, kicked her and said, “What’s wrong with Miss Flores kicking her?”

“Yes, can’t you see your own strength? Do you think we wouldn’t dare lay our hands on you when you belong to the Herbert Family? How could you harm Miss Flores?” Armand looked exceptionally arrogant. “You think we won’t dare do anything to you when the Herbert Family has your back? I don’t go with bragging, do you think we can’t destroy the entire Herbert Family if they dare come to you for help?”

He then intentionally looked at ‘Dolores’ as he spoke. “Don’t you? Miss Flores.” ‘Dolores’ dared not utter a word. Even though Maria still had the support of the Herbert Family, she was still suffering from these kinds of consequences. She had no support and if her true identity was exposed…she dared not think about it.

Maria, who had been kicked, was lying on the floor and could not say a word. Her whole body ached and the kick Boyce had just received nearly took her life. She was like a drowned mouse and felt humiliated, yet Annabelle who was an imposter was actually recognized and respected by Matthew’s two most trusted friends. She was exasperated, why was she the one getting all the benefits? She felt deeply aggrieved.

Her rage made her vomit blood on ‘Dolores’ shoes. The hot blood touched her skin and made it sting. She was very shocked and screamed. “Die, die.” ‘Dolores’ was calculating enough to keep kicking Maria’s head, trying to kill her. Only the dead could keep their secret. She couldn’t let Maria live, she couldn’t!

Boyce and Armand didn’t stop her as she repeatedly kicked Maria’s head, they only pushed ‘Dolores’ away when Maria was about to pass out. “Let go of me, I want to hit her, she hurt me, she has to die. Kill her for me, quick…”

Maria had suffered all kinds of ordeal while locked up these days. She was half dead and had no strength to defend herself. If Boyce and Armand had pulled Annabelle away a few minutes later, she would have died. Did that woman want to kill her to keep her secret? Perhaps the rising hatred inside her had exceptionally strengthened her will to live, Maria growled with her last breath, “You’re not Dolores!”

‘Dolores’ startled and a shiver ran through her. “You’re dying, stop talking nonsense, let me end your life.” Then she lunged at Maria, but Armand restrained her. ”

What’s the rush, let her talk. Although she seems interesting, she said you are not Dolores.” Then he approached her face and looked at her from left to right, up and down, sneering, “Could it be that this face is made with plastic surgery?”

‘Dolores’ flinched and replied, “What are you talking about?”

“I’m just kidding, don’t take it seriously.” Armand smiled.

Maria clenched her fists and feared that Armand had believed her words. “It’s really not Dolores…” She paused and looked up with difficulty. She looked at the man sitting in the chair outside the glass wall, who watched all the while in silence, as if everything was under his control. She only knew his purpose at this moment.

Boyce ripped off her fingernail the moment she was brought inside. The excruciating pain robbed her of the ability to think. How could she forget that Matthew already knew that this woman was not Dolores? The reason he had asked her to come was only to turn them against each other. However, it was clear that Annabelle wanted her dead.

She let out a chagrined smile. “How could I have forgotten your trick after following you for so long?” Tears welled up in her eyes and mingled with the thick blood. “I’ll tell you Dolores’ whereabouts, but I have one condition.” Matthew no longer sat there staring. He stood up and walked towards her in a quiet but disheveled manner.

‘Dolores’ was already stupefied to one side, what, what was he talking about?

Armand looked at her pale face and snorted. ‘Dolores’ shuddered. Could it be that Mary had already betrayed her? If not, Matthew wouldn’t know she wasn’t Dolores. After all, she was the only one who knew. He clenched his fists angrily and swung at the one on the floor. He sat on her back and strangled her. “Die, bitch!”

Boyce kicked ‘Dolores’ away and spoke, “Fuck you.” He then shot a glance at the two men standing in the corner. “Get her.” He couldn’t let her mess up his plan here now, it was important to inquire about Dolores’ whereabouts. Maria found it hard to breathe. Her body only trembled a little and she didn’t let out a voice when she coughed.

Matthew frowned. Boyce squatted down and stroked her back. “She’s not going to die.” Even if they tortured her harshly, she wouldn’t die. He knew how to control the level of punishment. Matthew let out a sigh of relief. He had finally made her confess, they would suffer a great loss if she died.

“Say it, where’s Dolores?” Boyce lifted her up. Mary sat on the floor and after resting for a while, slowly looked at ‘Dolores’ whose movement had been suppressed. She opened her bloody, dry mouth and spoke in a weak voice: “I can tell you, but I have one condition.”

“What is it?”

She let out a bloodthirsty smile. “I want her dead!”

“Bitch, you’re the one who’s going to die.” ‘Dolores’ looked towards Matthew and quickly explained, “Don’t listen to her, I’m the real Dolores, for real. You will be deceived by her if you trust her words, please don’t believe her!”

“Shut your mouth!” reprimanded Boyce, how could she not be sensible enough? The two men looked at each other and wondered what they could use to shut her mouth. They had nothing nearby and one of the men finally sighed and stuffed the handkerchief in her mouth when she still wanted to speak.

Maria smiled. Her face didn’t look beautiful but horrifying. She looked at Annabelle and said, “Look at you, besides having exactly the same face as Dolores, you’re not at all helpful. Do you think Matt would stay with you?” Annabelle’s eyes widened. With a fierce look, she wished she could pounce on her and tear her apart alive.

Mary ignored her gaze and though she was speaking to Annabelle, she was implying something else, “I don’t suppose you know where Dolores ended up either when she was taken by my brother that day? I got what Matt wants, but what about you?”.

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