Chapter 621: Chapter 621



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Boyce slowly turned his head and his tone was a bit cold.

“Armand Bernie, I’m not in a good mood, so don’t joke with me.”

Armand looked at his face carefully. It didn’t look like he was joking, so he got serious too, “Tell me what happened to you.”

Boyce took another drink of alcohol. He didn’t want the others to worry about his own business, “It’s nothing. I’m just suddenly in a bad mood.”

He put down his glass of wine and said, “I feel better already.”

Armand, however, didn’t think so, “We’re friends, so don’t try to hide anything from me.”

“Who’s a friend of yours? You only care about women,” Boyce pretended to be relaxed and teased him.

“Hey, what the…? If I only cared about women, would I be excited about one phone call from you? You think I’m not busy?”. Armand poured him a drink, “Didn’t you want to drink? None of us can go home if we’re not drunk today.”

Boyce didn’t want to drink, so Armand took the wine glass and put it in his mouth, “Alcohol is the essence among food. The more you drink, the younger you will be.”

“Be young on your own,” Boyce pushed his hand away and stood up, “I’m leaving now.”

Armand followed and slipped his arm around his shoulders, “You’re really boring. You asked me to come over for a drink, but you already want to leave when we haven’t even started drinking. I’m never going to trust you again. You always lie to me.”

Boyce got goose bumps all over his body. He shivered with chills, “What the hell, you’re serious.”

“How can I not be serious? I’m not even asking you to sleep with me. I’m straighter than a stick.”

Boyce was speechless.

He really regretted calling Armand. He must have been out of his mind to call him on the phone and ask him to come with him. He must have gone crazy.

He had definitely gone crazy.

How could he forget what kind of man Armand was?

At that moment, the bartender came over and handed them the receipt for the alcohol. Armand pointed to Boyce, “Give it to him.”

“The total is seventy-six dollars,” the waiter handed over the alcohol receipt.

Boyce handed him four red bills which he pulled out of his leather wallet and said, “Keep the change.”

After saying this, he left. Armand quickly followed him.

As they left the bar, Armand asked, “Where are we going?”

Boyce said, “I’m going home to sleep.”

Armand’s eyes widened. He couldn’t believe Boyce would say that. He was the second busiest man next to Matthew Nelson. He was trying so hard when he was the captain. Shouldn’t he be busier now that he was the assistant officer?

But did he really tell him he was going home to sleep?

Did he mishear or misspeak it?

He pricked up his ears and asked, “What did you say a while ago?”

Boyce ignored him. He got into a cab that pulled over to the curb and drove off.

Armand was speechless.

He stood on the side of the road in a mess. What did that mean? She called him for a drink, but left him alone.

“I’ll never forget what you did, Boyce,” Armand was very angry.

After thinking about it, however, he felt that something seemed to be wrong with Boyce. He rarely took the initiative to seek him out for a drink together. Besides, he was very busy. He worked seriously and very hard because of his strong sense of responsibility. But if he said he was going home to sleep?!

Didn’t he have to go to work?

Was he acting strangely because something had happened to him?

He drank two glasses of imported wine, so he didn’t drive his car. Instead, he sat on a roadside rest bench and dialed Matthew’s number.

At WY Group, Abbott Baron picked up a few important documents. They were supposed to have been signed yesterday, but Matthew didn’t show up at the company.

So they were overdue.

Abbott said, “These can’t be delayed any longer.”

Matthew looked up and looked at him, “Are you giving me orders?”.

Abbott immediately became nervous. He shook his head vigorously, “I wouldn’t dare.”

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to. He just didn’t dare.

He really wanted to order him around, so he could experience how exhausting it was to work all day and night.

Just then, the desk phone rang just as Matthew opened the document. He looked at the caller ID, but didn’t answer.

Instead, he pressed the red icon directly and hung up.

On the other end, Armand’s expression changed as he dismissed the call. What was going on?

One by one…

Had she hung up on him because he was hooking up with Dolores Flores, Armand thought.

Matthew was the most successful now. His wife and children were all around him. He also had a good relationship with his wife.

So he thought mischievously, “Since you didn’t want to be bothered, I’ll insist on bothering you.”

He dialed her number again.

He thought, if you didn’t want to answer my call, I would keep calling until your phone exploded.

The phone on the table rang again and Matthew looked up. The number that appeared was still Armand’s number.

He pressed the answer button and activated speakerphone mode, so he could free his hands to read the documents without delay.

She asked, “What’s up?”

Armand hadn’t expected him to answer so quickly. He was already prepared to take more calls.

He was not able to react immediately. He took a breath for two seconds and said, “Why did you hang up on my call a while ago? Did I call at the wrong time or did I disturb your moment?”

Abbott lowered his head and scratched it. He wondered what could be going through this guy’s mind.

Matthew didn’t raise his head. He closed the signed document and put it on the other side. Then he said, “Do you have that much time on your hands?”

Armand was speechless.

It looked like he had plenty of time.

He no longer wanted to go home after Boyce called him for two drinks. And he certainly didn’t want to go to the company, so it looked like he was pretty free.

He licked his lips, “Has something happened to Boyce? He doesn’t seem to be in a good mood. He called me to have a drink with him, but he didn’t want to drink before he did. So I asked him what he was going to do and he said he was going home to sleep. He’s a hard-working person, but he really said he was going home to sleep, isn’t that unusual?”

This isn’t like him.

Matthew turned off the speakerphone, picked up the phone and asked, “Where is he right now?”

“Probably at home,” Armand said.

“Go get him and bring him to the company.”

“Okay. Then I’ll hang up now.”

Matthew hung up the phone and put it on the table. At that moment, the secretary’s voice echoed from the door, “You can’t come in.”

The people outside seemed to have no respect for the secretary. They pushed her: “Get out of my way!”.

As the secretary could not stop them, the office door was pushed open.

With one hand in his pocket, Declan Bailey smiled and said, “Mr. Nelson.”

“I couldn’t stop him,” the secretary lowered her head.

But Matthew didn’t scold her. He said, “You’re dismissed.”

He handed the signed documents to Abbott: “You can retire now, too.” Abbott walked out with a stack of documents in his arms.

Declan walked over to the office desk and pushed his sunglasses off his nose. He looked around, then smiled and said, “You have good taste, Mr. Nelson.”

Matthew leaned back in his chair, “Mr. Bailey barged rudely into my office just to compliment me on my good taste?”

Declan chuckled and pressed one hand on the desk, while his other hand played with his sunglasses, “How’s that? The only competent person you have, Boyce, doesn’t have any power now. If he played a little harder, his reputation would sink immediately. He might even be jailed, so do you think he should play a little harder?”

He put his glasses back on, “I’ve said it before. You can’t beat me.” Matthew narrowed his eyes.

“Don’t be surprised,” Declan pressed both hands on the table and leaned in as he looked at him, “No matter who I am, my enemies never end well.”

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