Chapter 483: Chapter 483



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They were from the upper class of society. They knew each other, even if they had no business with each other.

They had an exchange of greetings when they met.

Declan observed Madame’s somber expression. He smiled as he asked, “What’s the matter, haven’t you served Lord Nelson well?”.

The Madame couldn’t wait to complain before Matthew could say anything. She felt aggrieved, but this denigrated Declan, “For the guests who came to the nightclub, who didn’t I serve with care? These two guys roughed me up without a word. What’s more, even if I didn’t serve well, they shouldn’t have beaten me inside for the sake of Mr. Bailey’s image. They obviously wanted to disgrace Mr. Bailey.”

Declan’s expression changed rapidly and varied from one minute to the next before returning to calm. He raised his hand and slapped the Madame’s cheek.

The Madame was taken aback by the slap, and her hand clamped down on his numb face. She looked inconceivably at Declan and her eyes filled with tears of aggravation. However, she dared not let the tears fall.

“He had hit you in the face, hadn’t he? Who is he, dare you make trouble when you have been of no use to him? Lord Nelson gives me the honor of coming and allows me to keep my image. But who are you? Do you deserve to talk about image here?”

He was infuriated by Madame’s words. She was trying to say that Matthew had offended him. What, did she really expect a quarrel between him and Matthew just because of her?

Did she think he was stupid and could be used by her?

Declan winked at the manager, “Take her away and leave her in the worst brothel.”

The worst brothel was equivalent to those special ‘zones’ in the little alley. The client could have carnal use of the woman as long as he paid the money.

She had to service many men in a single day.

If anyone dropped by such a place, she was finished.

Madame’s face turned pale, and she couldn’t believe that Declan was so ruthless with her. She had also served Declan for quite some time. At the very least, she deserved recognition for her efforts, didn’t she? He meant it. He wanted her to die leaving her in such a place.

The Madame pushed the manager’s hand away, reached over and grabbed Declan’s hand, “It’s my fault. I beg you not to send me there for my years of service to you.”

At this point he had no flirtatious expression as before, but only left the expression of discomfort. Tears of fear welled up in her eyes.

Declan slipped one of his hands into his pocket. Instead of looking at her, Declan turned his gaze on Matthew, “Mr. Nelson, tell me, what should I do? After all, it was you who was offended by her.”

Madame’s gaze also turned to him, full of regret and hatred. If the total number of men she had had for herself here was not in the thousands, it was certainly in the hundreds.

Which of them did not fall in love with her at first sight and want to take her to bed?

She never expected to meet someone who was so hard to get over. Besides, she had a high social standing. Even Declan wanted to bow down with him.

She shivered and bit her lip. She hoped he would be merciful to her, “I was too ignorant to recognize you and offended you. I am sorry. I sincerely apologize. It’s all my fault.”

Matthew didn’t even lift his eyelids. His voice, neither high nor low, rang out coldly, “Mr. Bailey is very good at joking. What have your domestic affairs to do with me?”

He didn’t want to deal with this matter. It was all Declan’s business how to deal with it.

Declan didn’t expect Matthew to be affected by something like this either. After all, neither of them had any hatred for the other. It was beneath him to have a quarrel with Matthew over a woman.

Besides, it would be preferable for him to be Matthew’s friend or even a cooperative partner. So, in this case, he could honor Matthew.

He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips. He gestured to the manager, “Don’t let him stay in front of me.”

Madame was unwilling to leave. Her slender calves trembled, “I’ve made a mistake. I know I’ve made a mistake.” She dropped to her knees on the floor. She cried terribly as she clung to Declan’s legs without letting go,” I’ve made a mistake. I really know I’ve made a mistake. Just let me off the hook for once.”

“Damn it, where are your eyes? You can’t even deal with a woman, can you?” Declan resented being teased and talked down.

The manager winked at his subordinate and forcibly dragged Madame away. Her miserable screams faded through the glass door.

“Mr. Nelson, it’s an honor to have you here today. Would you like to enjoy yourself?” tugging at the shirt collar, she looked like a riffraff, a hint of a smile on her lips.

Matthew lifted his chin slightly and looked at him arrogantly, “I come to Mr. Bailey’s, of course, it’s to seek some amusement in this dull life. Or do you think I’ve come to discuss national affairs?”

They both had their own plans, and they hit it off. Declan smiled slightly and his laughter echoed in the decorated, exotic room. He took two steps closer to Matthew and it seemed everything was under his control, “I will definitely let Mr. Nelson have his fun today. If he’s not satisfied, I’ll close this place tomorrow.”

Matthew wanted to probe if he had dealings with Jeffery and if someone had simply entrusted him with the kidnapping of the person or if there was more to it than that on his part.

Declan wanted to ingratiate himself with him. Matthew was powerful and unwilling to associate with him. And now, he had taken the initiative to come.

Declan would be a fool not to take advantage of the opportunity.

Declan looked confident, and Matthew smiled without saying a word. Declan, as the owner of the place, naturally took it upon himself to entertain them.

The private lounge on the third floor was spacious and quiet. In the center of the room was a row of oval black leather sofas. A large, stable marble coffee table stood in front of the sofa.

Declan didn’t follow them into the living room and whispered to the door manager. Although they couldn’t hear what he said, they could guess something. When Declan turned and walked in, the woman who had come to send the drinks was carrying two bottles of high-end wine and a plate of fruit. She set them on the table.

Matthew sat quietly and cast a sidelong glance. Boyce happened to raise his head at that moment. Their gazes collided. Matthew asked, “Does your phone still have power on it?”

Boyce quickly understood what Matthew meant and said yes as he nodded.

He had to leave proof if there was any useful information from the conversation between Matthew and Declan when Declan talked to him later.

Declan walked in and motioned to the waiter to ask him to leave. He opened a bottle of wine himself and poured it into the glass in front of him. As he poured the wine into the glass in front of him Matthew said proudly, “What a coincidence today. They’re still college girls. They are so pure. In fact, I keep them for my own enjoyment. I’ll give them to you today.”

As soon as he finished his words, the door to the private room was pushed open. The manager walked in with four stunning women.

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