Chapter 551: Chapter 551



In fact, even if Dolores didn’t ask, for Armand’s sake, he would save Theresa from there no matter what it cost him.

Reaching out, he pulled Dolores’ hair to his ear and whispered, “Could you treat me the same way in the future, please?”

Dolores wrapped her hands around his waist from the side. Clinging to his chest, she promised, “I’ll treat you better in the future.” She wanted to give him a warm home.

Probably their home would not be perfect, but at least they could live with their children together.

Soon, she withdrew her hands and urged him, “Hurry up and come downstairs.

Everyone is waiting for you downstairs.”

They would have plenty of time to be together in the future, but Theresa couldn’t wait any longer.

Matthew kissed her on the forehead and comforted her, “Don’t worry.”

Dolores hummed. They left the checkroom. Matthew went downstairs and both Boyce and Armand were still there. He glanced at Armand and said, “You should go home now.”

Armand had stayed up all night, so he was really sleepy. He got up. “Okay. I’ll go home and take a nap and also visit my grandmother.”

gαℓησν𝒆𝓁s․com takes you on a journey Matthew hummed. When Armand left, Boyce came over and asked, “Doesn’t Armand know?”

Fortunately, he didn’t ask Matthew at the time, as he noticed that Armand seemed quite relaxed and didn’t seem to know. Therefore, he didn’t bring up the Theresa matter.

“No. It’s not good for us if he finds out.” Armand always acted recklessly. If he knew, not only would he be unable to help them save Theresa, but he would also create problems for them.

“Declan Bailey really is an idiot! Why has he kidnapped a woman? If he wants to do something, he should do it directly to us.” Boyce looked rather annoyed.

“Let’s go.” Matthew walked out of the villa. Boyce followed him without question. Matthew knew what had happened to Theresa, so Boyce believed he had already contacted Declan.

They didn’t go with a driver. Matthew drove himself. It wasn’t yet morning rush hour, so there was no traffic on the road. Soon they arrived at Central Road. The nightclub, which exuded an exciting atmosphere at night, was silent.

After parking the car, they got out one after the other. They did not encounter the same erotic scene as when they came last time. It seemed that after a whole night, all the guests had exhausted themselves.

The nightclub manager was in charge of this place, but now he had gone to jail. John became the second-in-command here.

Besides Declan, everyone would obey his orders. Seeing the two men, he approached with a smile. “Hello gentlemen, are you here to see our Lord Bailey?”

“Where is he?” Boyce was expressionless, completely ignoring John’s flippant look.

“Lord Bailey is quite busy. However, he has informed me that if you will come here, Mr. Nelson, I will receive you on his behalf. He will be here very soon.” John made a stand to let them in. However, he acted rather flippantly rather than respectfully, as if he was intentionally satirizing them.

If Armand were here right now, he would reply wryly, “Who do you think you are? You’re just Declan Bailey’s dog, what are you without him?”.

However, neither Matthew nor Boyce were reckless. They didn’t care at all.

Matthew nodded slightly and said casually, “Since Mr. Bailey has his plan, we’ll listen to the host.”

John felt as if he had thrown a punch on the cotton. Instead of embarrassing Matthew, he was pissed.

His breathing became heavy. After saying, “This way, please,” he headed down the hall.

Boyce shot a glance at John’s furious figure. He leaned closer to Matthew and whispered, “This man doesn’t look as steady and mature as that manager.”

Matthew curved his lips slightly and did not speak. He advanced with long strides.

They were led to the same box they had arrived at last time. John pushed open the door and waited at it. “Please wait here. Mr. Bailey should be here soon.”

Neither Matthew nor Boyce gave him a glance. They walked straight into the box.

John closed the door and left.

Boyce laughed. “This man is quite interesting.”

John never hid his excitement. How could he become Declan’s favorite?

Matthew glanced at the box and said, “If they hadn’t thrown the manager in jail, this man wouldn’t be promoted at all.”

However, this type of man was quite useful to them.

He whispered to Boyce, asking him to send his men to follow this man named John.

Judging by John’s performance right now, he was quite complacent after becoming Declan’s most favorite.

He was too complacent to stay on his toes, so it was easy for him to make mistakes right now.

“What if Declan knew him well and hasn’t told him where Theresa has been staying?” they could tell what kind of person John was at a glance, and so should Declan.

Matthew unclenched a fist with one hand. “This kind of man is always weak. He’s capable of selling anything for his life.”

Boyce immediately understood what he meant. If they didn’t get any leads by following him, they might kidnap John and cruelly torture him. No doubt, he would tell him.

Matthew sat on the couch, lying lazily. He said to Boyce, “Let’s wait.” Obviously, Declan put on airs. He would be along shortly.

Boyce sat down, bent to pick up the glasses from the table, and poured water. He set a glass in front of Matthew. “I’m so sorry about Armand. If he had been in C-Town, this affair would not have happened.

Matthew remained silent. He rubbed his brow with one hand. He felt exhausted because he hadn’t slept well.

Boyce realized how tired he was, so he didn’t speak any more. He sent a message to his subordinates, asking them to follow John.

After receiving the reply, he put the phone away and told Matthew that everything was ready. “Why don’t you take a nap first? I’ll wake you up when he comes. I don’t think he’ll be here soon.” Matthew hummed in agreement.

Boyce loosened his shirt collar and gulped down some water, ready to wait a good while.

Time passed. Boyce lifted his wrist to check the time: it had already been two hours. He rested his arms on his chest, still sitting up.

Another hour had passed, and at last there were noises coming from the door of the box.

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