Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap novel Chapter 175

“Who is there?” Sampson didn’t want to open the door, because he wasn’t sure who was knocking on the door.

Dolores gazed at the door. Her heart hammered. She wondered if Matthew had tracked them here.

She was full of expectant.

The person outside the door was quite determined. He pounded at the door again with loud bangs, “Open the door now! Or we’ll break in!”

Sampson seemed to realize who was outside the door. He cursed in a low voice, “How come there are anti-pornography officers?”

He turned around and tucked Dolores into the quilt. He said, “No matter who will enter the door, you can’t utter any sound.”

Dolores heard his curse just now, so she roughly knew that it wasn’t Matthew outside.

In fact, she doubted if Matthew would come to find her.

She had so much uncertainty about him.

After all, they had parted from each other for such a long time.

However, she still had a ray of hope, hoping and expecting his rescue.

Since she wasn’t sure if she could escape successfully right now, she wouldn’t expose her intention to Sampson. She obediently nodded in agreement, “I won’t.”

“Good girl.” Sampson rubbed her head. Then he turned around and opened the door. When the door was open, people outside broke in aggressively. Then an undercover cop walked in with a solemn look, “You two...”

“Excuse me, Officer. Please don’t misunderstand. We’re not in an improper relationship. The girl on the bed is my girlfriend. She doesn’t feel well, and she’s mute.” As he spoke, Sampson pulled out his ID with a pile of cash under it, roughly twenty thousand in total. He handed all of them to the officer and said, “Here is my ID.”

The policeman took over the ID and rubbed secretly to know how much was under it. He put all of them into his pocket expressionlessly. Then he took a perfunctory glance at the ID and said to other policemen, “All right. They are not.”

They left the narrow room one after another. The lead also gave them a kindly reminder before going out, “You’d better not stay in such a kind of hotel in the future. It’s unsafe and your relationship would be easily misunderstood.”

Sampson walked him out and nodded, “Yes, Sir. I got it. Thanks.”

The officer lowered his voice and whispered to Sampson, “I know you are not a hooker with her client because I know almost all the hookers in this neighborhood.”

Sampson was quite unhappy to hear him say such undisguised words. However, he had to remain smiling. After all, he was not in his territory. No matter how rich and powerful he was, he couldn’t compete with a local tyrant and he didn’t want to get in trouble, “I got it, Sir.”

Sampson returned to the room and closed the door. He said, “They are anti-pornography officers here...”

Before he could finish his words, he found the woman on the bed was missing. The bedhead was next to the window, which was open now. His expression changed and rushed over. Then he peered out of the window, only to find a small roof below. It wasn’t built on this building originally but added later.

As the officer said, almost all guests checked in such a kind of hotel were involved in pornography, so those officers always had sudden inspections. For the guests to escape, such type of roof was built below each window.

Although Dolores made it to get downstairs by stepping on the roof, the room was still distant from the ground. She twisted her ankle when hopping down, so she couldn’t run fast.

Sampson saw her figure and roared angrily, “Dolores Flores, stop!”

Upon hearing his roar, Dolores fastened her paces as if she had heard the urge of death. She ignored the pain in her ankle and only wished that she could run faster so that Sampson wouldn’t be able to catch her.

After all, since she had managed to escape, Sampson would definitely know that she hadn’t lost her memory yet.

He didn’t believe her, and she could imagine what he would do to her after he caught her again.

Sampson rushed downstairs and ran fast to chase her.

He couldn’t let Dolores escape!

It was a small town indeed, and even the street lamps were not everywhere. It was quite dim with all kinds of lanes in this neighborhood. Occasionally, there was a barbecue stall on the roadside. The air was full of the smell of cumin and barbecues.