Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap novel Chapter 165

“Do you want me to take her back for interrogation?” To find any clue about Dolores, Boyce was afraid he was going to have to question her.

Matthew closed his eyes, looking a bit tired, “No need.”

This woman was still useful for him to keep.

Boyce knew that he had a plan so he didn’t say much about this matter, “This is obviously a huge conspiracy. First, Beulah, Maria and then this fake Ms. Flores came to you. They did so much, just for this fake Ms. Flores to come to you? How is this beneficial for Maria?”

Matthew opened his eyes quickly. What had happened during this period of time quickly converged in is head. Beulah’s death wasn’t necessarily directly connected to Maria, but because of Annabelle she had been willing to die herself. She had never had freedom, so it was better for her to help her daughter succeed.

So, what was the benefit to Maria?

She was not the kind of person who did things for others for nothing in return.

Why would she help Annabelle, not even hesitating to get into danger?

The relationship between her and the Herbert family was not good. The only one from the Herbert family who had a good relationship with her was Sampson, but he had already gone to…

“This is not good.” Matthew stood up suddenly.

Unable to keep up with his thoughts, Boyce asked, “What is the matter?”

“I am afraid Sampson is no longer in there.” He stepped forward and walked towards the door.

Boyce quickly followed behind him, “How is it possible that he is not in jail? It is not that he can easily escape…” At this point, he realized that something was wrong, “Could it be the Herbert family was not true to their word?”

Matthew glanced at him. This may not have anything to do with the Herbert family but to do with Maria.

The door opened and on the other side Abbott was holding Samuel and standing with his hand raised about to knock.

Matthew stopped and looked at Samuel in Abbotts arms, his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.

“Where is my Mommy?” Samuel looked at him.

Originally, Matthew had planned to have Samuel meet the pretend Dolores to make him feel at ease. But now, he couldn’t accept the idea od him calling that woman ‘Mommy’.

With trembling fingers, he raised his hand and touched him on the cheek gently, “You are a man, you should behave like one.”

Samuel’s expressions were tense.

Obviously, what Matthew had just said was a bad omen.

“Your Mommy is missing.” He took Samuel in his arms, “Should we go find her together?”

Samuel didn’t reject Matthew and hugged him, but he didn’t say anything else. His eyes were red and he was still trying his best to keep his tears from falling. His voice was extremely hoarse as he said, “I am a man, I won’t cry. I want to find Mommy.”

Matthew pressed the little guy’s head into his embrace. The softness between his eyebrows had never appeared before.

Samuel was very well-behaved. He quietly pressed himself close to his heart, listening to his heartbeat and smelling his unique fragrance.

His little hands gripped Matthew’s collar tightly and said firmly, “We will definitely find Mommy.”

Matthew hummed softly in response.

He looked at Abbott and said with a deep voice, “Keep an eye on the woman inside.”

Saying that he walked outside.

Abbott looked dumbfounded. What woman? What was the situation?

When Boyce passed by him, he made the long story short, “Ms. Flores is missing. The one inside is fake. She is still useful so don’t let her know that we have discovered that she is fake for the time being.”

Abbott, “…”

What?

Dolores had disappeared and a fake one had come in her place? What was even happening?!!!

Boyce didn’t have much time to talk to him. He patted Abbott on the shoulder, followed after Matthew and left the hotel.

Boyce drove and gave his subordinate a call to see if Sampson was still in jail.

After half an hour, the news came that Sampson had been replaced. The one in the jail was not him, but looked a bit like him.

Boyce looked at Matthew in the back seat through the rearview mirror, “He is gone.”

“What do we do now?” Boyce was nervous.

“I want to see Maria.” Matthew’s voice was low and deep, as if each syllable was coming from deep in his chest.

Boyce said that he understood and drove faster. Soon, the car stopped at the detention center.