Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap
Chapter 496 I Cheated With Your Wife

The listless Armand Bernie came to his spirits when he met this uninvited guest, he had a bad feeling about Charles White who coveted with someone else's wife, "Yo, how rare of you to show up, what are you plotting to do this time?"

Charles had no intention of carrying a conversation with him, instead he turned to Abbott Baron, "Please help me circulate this notice."

"Quit pretending to be serious, here you are acting like a gentleman when you're obviously filthy at heart. How can you be so shameless?"

"Me? Shameless?" he scoffed, it wasn't his initial plan to entertain Armand's comments, but he had a temper just like every human being, "Have I cheated with your wife? Is that why you're so full of hatred towards me?"

"You..."

Boyce Shawn held Armand back, he didn't want both to end up in a fight, "The two of you are prominent figures in society, have you no shame in spouting such ill words to each other?"

Charles looked up at the two, "Boyce, he provoked me first. I may be lame, but it doesn't mean I have a bad temper, OK?"

Boyce glanced over his lap and snorted, then dragged Armand along with him to leave. Armand couldn't let this pass and attempted to free himself from Boyce's grasp.

"Don't cause any more trouble, are you really going to pick a fight with him right now?" Boyce dissuaded and tugged him, "Let's go eat."

Armand held his breath, "I have no mood for a meal."

"Even so, you still have to eat. Do you think you can be alive without food?" Boyce was disappointed that he couldn't get his act together, why were they torturing themselves like that?

"If it wasn't for the lack of manpower to lure Declan into our trap, I'd have drawn some of men out to investigate on Dolores and Theresa's whereabouts. I'll allocate some people on the job once this is all over." In truth, it wasn't because of insufficient manpower, but he already had people out for investigation.

"I'm just displeased with Charles' tone of voice earlier."

"I know, but we don't need to rush in teaching him a lesson at this very minute. He'll fall into our hands sooner or later." Boyce patted his shoulders and consoled him. After Armand gave in, he and Boyce walked across the road to a breakfast place in the opposite building.

The eatery was located on the third floor, being seated anywhere around the window wall would bring a great view of the outside. The two sat themselves down at a random table and Boyce began to order. He ordered 3 servings of the lean meat century egg congee, known to be a renown dish of the place, along with some other delicious meals. When Boyce handed the order sheet over to the waiter, he remarked, "One to take away please."

"Very well, please wait a moment, we'll serve you very soon." the waiter politely left their table.

Boyce drank the free glass of water that was provided and had put it down on the table, he looked at Armand and asked, "I noticed that you seem a bit off, what's wrong?"

Armand sighed, "Don't you think the three of us are weird?"

"How so?" Boyce frowned and thought "where is this coming from again?"

"Having to reach an age such as ours, what is left for us besides our careers?"

This was the first time Boyce had seen Armand being so negative since Armand was the most cheerful out of the three of them. Even though he talked a lot at times, but it wouldn't feel right if he were to stay silent.

He would rather Armand tease him on the fact that he had never slept with a woman, so that he could see him revert to his old free and easy self again.

With Armand this way, Boyce couldn't help but lost his appetite. His mouth watered while he waited for the food to arrive, but now it felt as if he was chewing on something tasteless.

The sound of broken glass rang through the air, a new waiter had accidentally bumped into a customer who came from breakfast. The glass of water on the waiter's tray had spilt onto the customer, with the cup now shattered on the ground.

"I'm very sorry, so sorry." the new waiter quickly apologized.

This voice seemed familiar to Boyce, he turned his body and he saw Jasmine who wore the waiter's uniform with a white-stitched lace apron tied around her waist. She bowed and apologized to the customer.

It was the male customer who had not seen her when he got up from his seat and collided into her. The manager advised her when she started work, "Customers who dine in here are mostly working in the big companies around here, they all have respectable positions. No matter what happens, we ought to apologize first as service providers. The customer is always before us."

This was a request from their manager, hence Jasmine acted accordingly.

However, the middle-aged man in suit and leather shoes showed no mercy, "What are your pair of eyes for? I still have an important meeting with a client later, how am I going to meet my client in this mess you've created?"

Jasmine apologized profusely, "I'm really sorry about this."

"What's the use of saying sorry?" this middle-aged man wore spectacles, he seemed the type that was casual and easy going. Who would've known he was so difficult to talk to.

At this moment, the manager approached them, "I'm really sorry for the poor service that has been provided. This is her first day working here, she's not too familiar with the surroundings yet, please bear with us."

The man puffed coldly, "Do you have any idea how expensive this suit is? It's now full of water marks, how am I supposed to meet my client in this state?"

The manager continued being apologetic, "I'm really sorry, I'll definitely train her better, please forgive us."

"Is saying sorry and asking for forgiveness the right attitude for the matter?"

The middle-aged man was reluctant to forgive them.

"How do you plan to settle it then?" Boyce walked towards them. This was the financial and commercial district of City B, men who dined in here were practically all in suit and tie. Women wore very formal clothes as well, it was the norm in this industry. Boyce wasn't someone from the circle, he only had casual clothes on, not even a uniform as he didn't work in an office. However, for someone who was 1.8 metres tall to come along just like that, he completely overshadowed the middle-aged man. On top of that, he had a handsome face that was cold and expressionless, and it gave off a strong aura to others. With a status like his, it would be common for criminals to raise their guns and knives at him, an average person would not be able to compare with such a fierce physique.

The middle-aged man peered upwards at Boyce, "Who are you?"

It was not the first time Boyce had eaten here, he often came for meals with Matthew Nelson in the past. The manager was also familiar with Boyce, after all, WY Tower was just at the opposite. She smiled, "Boyce."

Boyce responded, but looked towards Jasmine and asked, "What's going on?"

This man had wanted money by being unreasonable. If it really was Jasmine's fault, then he should be paid an amount. On the other hand, he would not be entitled to a single cent if he was in the wrong. The middle-aged man froze for a moment. This was a business area, captain, what captain? How did he not know anything about it?

He glared at the manager fiercely, "Don't try and scare me."

Jasmine took a glimpse at the domineering middle-aged man, and told what exactly happened, "I was carrying a tray of water to be served at that table for the new customer, and he seated here." Jasmine pointed at the place where the man sat, "He got up from his seat looking at his phone while walking towards this direction..."

"What nonsense are you spouting?" the middle-aged man was now anxious.

Boyce swept his eye across the man's right hand that held the phone. Armand couldn't stand such a shameless bully, he leaned against his chair lazily, "Where do you work at?"

The middle-aged man looked at Armand, then turned to Boyce, the two seemed like they were not to mess with. He snorted, "Guess I'm unlucky."

He then left immediately.

Armand always loved being sarcastic with his words, "Don't go yet, why are you leaving so soon? We haven't even paid for your suit yet. Do you know the way to WY Group opposite from here? We'll always be waiting for you."0000000000000000