Chapter 533: Chapter 533



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“I don’t know what it is. The doorman said there was an express package for you. I took a look at it and saw it had your name on it, so I brought it to you.”

Theresa looked at it and found neither the name nor the return address, and it was still in a folder, “Is it a file or something?”

“You’d better open it and see.” Theresa handed it to her.

Dolores took it and opened the seal. Then she saw that it contained not papers, but a stack of photographs.

That seemed to pique her interest. She reached out and pulled out the pictures, but they were all obscene.

That was not the important thing. What was more serious was the person in the photos.

The blood on his face slowly faded and his hands trembled, but he kept looking at the next photo. And each one seemed explicit.

When Theresa saw that Dolores didn’t look good, she leaned toward her, “What is that…?”

Before she could see it, Dolores stuffed the photos back into the folder and gripped the folder’s flap tightly. She was afraid someone would see the photos inside. Then she acted as if nothing had happened, “It’s nothing.”

“But your expression doesn’t look good to me.” Theresa frowned.

Even if Dolores said it was fine, the expression on her face didn’t fool Theresa, and her expression clearly didn’t look like anything had happened.

Theresa stared at the folder in her hand. She wondered what would be inside to change the expression on his face in a split second.

“I’m probably a little tired. Theresa, leave me alone for a while.” Dolores turned her back on him.

She needed to calm down now.

Theresa said, “Okay.” Since Dolores didn’t want to talk to her, Dolores probably didn’t want to talk to her. She just hoped that, if something happened, Dolores wouldn’t bury her feelings alone deep in her heart. And she hoped Dolores would tell her when she calmed down.

After all, if one more person knew what was going on in her head, it would be one more person to advise her.

After Theresa left, Dolores pulled out a chair and sat down. When she calmed down, she pulled out the pictures again and looked at them. Even though she was prepared, it still hit her hard when she looked at the photos again. After all, the subject of those photos was someone she loved.

Those pictures were many explicit pictures of Matthew and a woman lying on a bed. There were a lot of pictures and the faces in each seemed very clear.

No matter how she looked at the pictures, she couldn’t see anything wrong and she couldn’t tell if the pictures were real or not.

She told herself in her mind that the photos must be fake and that someone must have sent them to her on purpose.

But she still felt a great pain in her heart.

She forced herself to calm down, for if she was impulsive, it wouldn’t solve any problems.

The mail sent to her was unsigned and unaddressed, so the sender obviously didn’t want her to know. And that would indicate that the person who sent her those photos must have had an intention.

However, she wasn’t sure what that person’s purpose in doing so was.

Maybe that person held a grudge against Matthew? Was it because that person knew about her relationship with Matthew? Was that why that person was deliberately sending her those photos?

However, she couldn’t figure it out.

She couldn’t solve the problem. After thinking about it, she found an unused folder, put the photos in it and sealed it.

When he left the room, he saw that Theresa was receiving a guest, so he didn’t approach her.

Oscar came in with a basket of grapes and said to Dolores with a smile, “I picked these grapes from the vineyard when I passed a vineyard. And they are very fresh. Taste them.”

Because Dolores was so preoccupied, she had no appetite. However, at Oscar’s kind gesture, she smiled and said, “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it. I’ll go wash these grapes.” Oscar carried the basket inside. Soon he had in his hands a plate of clean green grapes, which were not very large, but looked clear. Then he handed her the plate, “Try some.”

Dolores took a grape. Then she could not taste the grapes and could only think about the pictures.

She looked at Oscar and said, “Can two people who have nothing to do with each other be in the same picture?”

Oscar spit out the grape skin in his mouth and looked at her, “Why are you asking me that all of a sudden?”

Although Dolores trusted Matthew in her heart, she was still a little insecure inside. When she saw Oscar, she tried to find a reason to reassure herself by thinking that the photos might have been retouched.

And then she could tell that the photos she saw were made up, which would make her feel a lot better.

She curved her lips, “I was just asking.”

“Of course you were. Technology is so advanced now, so what can’t be faked? People can be faked, not to mention photos.” Today, women can change their faces through plastic surgery. Even women who didn’t have that much money to have plastic surgery could use their phones to edit their photos and then post them on social media.

Therefore, those photos could be very fake.

She said while pointing to the grapes, “Why don’t you eat such sweet grapes?”.

“I just ate, so I can’t eat now.” She made an excuse because she couldn’t eat. After hearing Oscar’s words, she felt better.

Oscar didn’t force her to keep eating the grapes, “It’s okay. Just eat those grapes whenever you want. If you think they are delicious, you can tell me. I’ll go pick grapes for you.”

Dolores said, “Okay.”

“How’s everything going at the factory?” She changed the subject.

“The equipment is in trial production. If there are no problems, we will start production. But we can’t accept more orders these days, because the previous ones are enough for a while.” Oscar exclaimed, “I didn’t expect you to know so much despite your young age. Is this fabric that good? How come so many people want that kind of fabric?”

“You don’t know how good that fabric is! Only people who work in the factory can appreciate this kind of fabric.” Theresa dismissed the customers and walked over.

Oscar hated it when Theresa called him an amateur.

“As long as you know what you’re doing it’s okay.” He popped another grape into his mouth.

Today, Oscar was wearing a white T-shirt with yellow trim on the collar and cuffs. He was wearing yellow SpongeBob shorts.

Theresa looked him up and down and curved her lips.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Oscar looked at the clothes he was wearing but saw nothing wrong.

“Nothing. I just think you look cute in what you’re wearing.” Theresa knew he loved to hear those words. It was his taste and preference. And he liked to wear fancy clothes like that.

As expected, when he heard Theresa say he looked handsome, he stood up.

“Dude, how about I design you some suits?” Although Theresa didn’t know him too well, she had a good relationship with Dolores. As stylish as the clothes he wore looked, since he looked older, she didn’t consider it appropriate to call him directly by his first name, so she called him Uncle, just like Dolores.

After spending two months with him, they worked together, so they became even closer.

Although he seemed playful, he was actually very reliable. He had few faults, other than that he liked to be praised for being handsome and youthful looking.

That was not true. He had one more flaw, which was wearing fancy clothes. Besides, he always thought that fancy clothes would make him look young, making others speechless.

“Well. You can know what kind of clothes I like to wear. You just have to design the clothes according to that style.” Oscar smiled and bowed, “Don’t you think I have good taste?” Theresa was speechless.

Dolores couldn’t bear to listen to their conversation. How could he think he had good taste in those clothes?

“I wouldn’t call it good taste. I call it preference.” Theresa corrected her.

If her preference was considered good taste, then the world would be a mess.

And everyone in the world would be wearing garish colors.

“Preference is fine.” He liked that kind of preference anyway.

“Fine. I’ve got things to do. I have to go.” Oscar was the busiest, as he had to run the company and help Dolores at the same time.

After Oscar left, Theresa ventured to ask him, “What was in the folder? It looked like…”

“Theresa,” Dolores interrupted her before Theresa could finish her words, “Give this to Matthew for me.”

Theresa looked at her and didn’t immediately respond. She was surprised by Dolores’ sudden mention of Matthew.

“You’re in contact with him, aren’t you?” When Dolores saw Matthew, she thought of many things.

Theresa lied when she said she had taken her two children out for fish. In fact, she took the children to eat at a Western restaurant. And she probably met him at that time.

Otherwise, Theresa would not have lied about it.

Matthew wasn’t supposed to show up. And he only asked Theresa to take the two children to meet him secretly. However, it was not clear to her why he asked Armand to show up. Perhaps the secret meeting with the children was no longer enough to satisfy his longing to see the two children, so he really wanted to take them to B-town for a few days.

Theresa took a deep breath and reached out to pick up the folder. Now that Armand had shown up, it would be strange if Dolores hadn’t noticed anything.

“Is that something he sent you?” Theresa was a little curious. After all, Dolores didn’t look very good when she saw the contents of the folder.

“No. Just give it to him. If he asks about it, just tell him someone sent me the folder. And there’s no signature or address on that shipment. I guess he must know who sent it to me.” After all, it was obvious that the person who sent him the folder was addressed to him.

Theresa said, “I’ll get back to him right away.”

“I want to leave work early today.” She wanted to get away as if she was afraid to hear any news about him.

At that moment, she mostly wanted to be alone, because she wasn’t in the mood to keep working here. And her mind was scrambled. Even if she knew the photos were probably faked, it still hit her hard.

Theresa said, “It’s okay.” She realized that Dolores’ mood had been affected by something.

She looked down at the folder in her hand and pulled out her phone to make a call to Matthew.

By then, Matthew had just arrived in White City with his two sons, and as soon as he saw that it was Theresa calling him, he answered.

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