Chapter 501: Chapter 501



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“Does Mr. Nelson know the person on the card or is he interested in her?” The customer relations supervisor leaned forward to pick up the documents and the invitation card. The card had been given to her by her friend and she unknowingly placed it next to the documents she was bringing to the meeting. In her carelessness, she dropped the documents and Matthew happened to see the card and asked her out of curiosity.

She pulled the documents close to her chest and held the invitation card for a couple of seconds before handing it to Matthew: “I’m already married and I can’t wear a wedding dress again. What if I see a beautiful wedding dress? I might be forced to look for a new husband. Maybe I should give this invitation card to you, Mr. Nelson.”

As a supervisor in the customer relations department, she was especially sensitive to people’s expressions and gestures. Although Matthew did not express that he wanted the invitation card, she could sense that he was interested in the person in the photo on the card. Otherwise, she would not have hesitated. Matthew extended his hand and graciously accepted it, “Thank you.”

The supervisor was a middle-aged woman in her mid-forties, with short hair and dressed professionally. She followed him into his office and asked curiously, “Mr. Nelson, do you know her?”.

Could I have another squeeze? The previous woman he talked about with the office staff did not look like the lady on the card.

“Why are you so interested in my private affairs?” said Matthew casually as he looked at her.

The supervisor smiled and said mischievously, “All women are equally curious. However, Mr. Nelson has treated me as just another person.” Then she returned to her seat.

Matthew never differentiated his staff on the basis of gender. He based his assignments on the capabilities of the staff. Matthew seemed to be lost in thought as he looked at the lady dressed in a red cheongsam on the invitation card.

The doctor sent him pictures of Theresa after she recovered from cosmetic surgery. Although she no longer looked like her old self, he could still recognize her upon close inspection of the photograph.

He lost track of Theresa after she left the hospital, but assumed she must have been staying with Dolores. Although there was no trace of Dolores on the invitation card, he was sure Dolores must have been involved in some way.

After instructing Abbott to take the invitation card to his office, he took a seat and the meeting began.

The top executives of the ten top-ranked companies sat uncomfortably in their seats. Every meeting with Matthew was torturous for them. They worried about badmouthing and upsetting the boss. The grueling meeting could drag on for hours.

Matthew kept a very stern expression throughout the meeting, which made them hesitate as if they had done something wrong. Even if they had performed their tasks perfectly, it could not even elicit a smile from him.

However, unlike in the past, he had started to praise them if they had done a good job.

In the past, he would unreservedly reprimand if the person had not performed the task to his satisfaction. The senior executives were also happy and were praying for the meeting to be over as soon as possible. Everyone had the feeling of wanting to escape that meeting quickly.

The actual meeting lasted a couple of hours. Matthew came out of the conference room with Abbott following close behind and reminded him, “You have a lunch appointment with Mr. Tyrone at the Moon restaurant. At three o’clock this afternoon, you have a meeting with Mr. Webb to discuss the merger. At eight o’clock this evening you have a charity event. Would you like me to find someone to attend the event with you tonight?”

These types of events were attended by couples. Some would bring their secretaries and some would bring their wives. The people who attended these charity events were the elites of society who used these occasions to network and inevitably talked business.

Matthew was slim and athletic. With one hand in his pocket and the other unbuttoning his shirt collar, he said, “You attend the charity on my behalf.” No one would say anything as long as the money had been donated.

Abbott nodded and stopped when they reached the office entrance. Matthew opened the door to his office and saw Boyce and Armand waiting for him in the office.

Boyce had always been reliable and steady, while Armand had an inquisitive nature. He leaned over the desk, picked up and looked at the invitation card.

The card showed Theresa, wearing an exquisitely embroidered bright red cheongsam. Her jet black wavy hair was beautifully placed. Her sexy figure was accentuated by the tight-fitting cheongsam with a high slit that revealed just enough of her long, beautiful legs. She had a coy look with a slight smile that was picture perfect.

On the left side of the card was embossed with golden words: An unforgettable encounter begins with a perfect dress, who could resist?

The message was simple yet seductive. The design of the invitation card perfectly complemented the theme of the event.

Armand stared at Matthew and wondered why this invitation card was on Matthew’s table.

“Who is this, why is this on your table?” he asked if Matthew had strayed.

Matthew ignored him and returned his gaze coolly.

Armand pursed his lips and took another detailed look at the invitation card and then commented, “It’s really beautiful and seductive, but…”

“Oh Armand, aren’t you ashamed, why do you get so excited every time you see a woman?” said Boyce.

Armand dragged him after their encounter. Boyce was looking very dapper in his well-fitted uniform.

Boyce looked firm and commanding as he sat on the couch in his impressive uniform. His solemn expression gave off an air of reverence.

Armand slowly looked up at Boyce and replied, “Who is it that has no shame? I’m just commenting and you’re the one who thought that way. I’m just stating the facts, but this woman lacks warmth. She doesn’t sound like me Theresa, who is nice and passionate.”

He put the invitation card back on the table, walked over to the couch and placed his hand firmly on Boyce’s shoulder, “I don’t hide my feelings unlike you. It’s obvious you have a raging heart, but you pretend to be secretive.”

Buzz…

Boyce’s phone started vibrating at that moment. He looked at Armand and wanted to reply, but pulled out his phone which had an unknown call on it.

Armand took a look, sat back on the couch, and said, “Could it be a spam call?”

Boyce glared at him and said, “Mind your own business.”

Armand pursed his lips and thought Boyce would glare back at him and commented, “Brute.”

Boyce ignored him and answered the call. The caller was a lady and asked in a very tender voice, “Is this Inspector Boyce Shawn?”

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