Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap
Chapter 533 Even People Can Be Fake

"I don't know what it is. The doorman said there was an express parcel for you. I took a look at it and saw that it had your name on it, so I brought it to you."

Theresa looked at it and found no sender's name or address, and it was still in a folder, "Is it a file or something?"

"You'd better open it and see." Theresa handed it to her.

Dolores reached for it and tore open the seal. Then she saw that it didn't contain papers, but a stack of photographs.

It seemed to pique her interest. She reached out and took the photos out, but every single one of them was obscene.

That was not the point. What was more serious was the person in the photos.

The blood on her face faded little by little, and her hands trembled, but she didn't stop looking at the next photo. And each one looked explicit.

When Theresa saw Dolores didn't look right, she leaned over, "What is that..."

Before she could see it, Dolores put the photos back into the folder and clutched the flap of the folder tightly. And she was afraid someone would see the photos inside. Then she acted as if nothing had happened, "It's nothing."

"But your expression doesn't look good to me." Theresa frowned.

Even though Dolores said she was fine, the look on her face didn't fool Theresa, and her expression clearly didn't look like nothing had happened.

Theresa stared at the folder in her hand. She wondered what was inside that could change the look on her face in a split second.

"I'm probably just a little tired. Theresa, just leave me alone for a while." Dolores turned her back on her.

Now she needed to calm down.

Theresa said, "Okay." Since Dolores wouldn't talk to her, Dolores probably just didn't want to talk to her. She just hoped that if something happened, Dolores wouldn't bury her feelings alone deep down in her heart. And she hoped that Dolores would tell her when she calmed down.

After all, if one more person knew what was on her mind, it would be one more person to give her advice.

After Theresa left, Dolores pulled a chair and sat down. After she calmed down, she took out the pictures again and looked at them. Even though she was prepared, it still hit her hard when she looked at the photos again. After all, the protagonist in those photos was someone she cared about.

Those photos were many explicit photos of Matthew and a woman lying on a bed. And there were a lot of photos, and the faces on each one looked very clear.

No matter how she looked at the photos, she couldn't see anything wrong and couldn't tell if the photos were real or not.

She told herself in her mind that the photos must be fake and someone must have sent them to her on purpose.

But she still felt very painful in her heart.

She forced herself to calm down, for if she was impulsive, it wouldn't solve any problems.

The courier that was sent to her was unsigned and unaddressed, so the sender obviously didn't want her to know. And it would indicate that the person who sent her these photos must have had an intention. However, she was not sure what the person's purpose was in doing so.

Maybe that person had a grudge against Matthew? Was it because that person knew about her relationship with Matthew? Was that why that person deliberately mailed these photos to her? However, she couldn't figure it out.

She couldn't solve the problem. After thinking about it, she found an unused folder, put the photos in it, and sealed it.

When she came out of the room, she saw Theresa receiving a guest, so she didn't go up to her.

Oscar walked in with a basket of grapes and said to Dolores with a smile, "I picked these grapes from the vineyard when I passed by a Vineyard. And they're very fresh. Have a taste."

Because Dolores was so preoccupied, she had no appetite at all. Nevertheless, when confronted with Oscar's kind gesture, she smiled and said, "Thank you."

"Don't mention it. I'll go wash these grapes." Oscar carried the basket inside. Soon, he held a plate of clean, green grapes, which were not very big but looked clear. Then he handed her the plate, "Try some." Dolores picked a grape. Then she couldn't taste the grapes, and all she could think about was the pictures.

She looked at Oscar and said, "Can two people who have nothing to do with each other be in the same picture?"

Oscar spit out the grape skin in his mouth and looked at her, "Why are you asking me that all of a sudden?"

Although Dolores trusted Matthew in her heart, she was still a little unsure inside. When she saw Oscar, she tried to replace a reason for herself to reassure herself that the photos could have been photoshopped. And she could then tell that the photos she saw were fabricated, which would make her feel much better.

She curled her lips, "I was just asking."

"Of course you can. Technology is so advanced now, so what can't be faked? People can be faked, not to mention photos." Nowadays, women could change their faces through plastic surgery. Even women who didn't have that much money to get plastic surgery could use their phones to edit their photos and then post them on social media.

Therefore, those photos could be very fake.

He said as he pointed to the grapes, "Why don't you eat such sweet grapes?"

"I just had a meal, so I can't eat now." She made an excuse because she just couldn't eat. After hearing Oscar's words, she felt better.

Oscar didn't force her to continue eating the grapes, "That's fine. Just eat those grapes when you want to. If you think they are delicious, you can tell me. I'll go pick grapes for you."

Dolores said, "Okay."

"How's it going at the factory?" She changed the subject.

"The equipment is in trial production. If there are no problems, we will start the production. But we can't take any more orders these days, because the previous ones were enough for a while." Oscar exclaimed

"I didn't expect that you knew so much despite your young age. Is this fabric that good? How come so many people want that kind of fabric?"

"You won't know how good that fabric is! Only people who work in the factory can appreciate this kind of fabric." Theresa sent the customers away and came over.

Oscar hated it when Theresa called him an amateur.

"As long as you know what you're doing is fine." He put another grape into his mouth.

Today, Oscar was wearing a white T-shirt with yellow trimming around the collar and cuffs. He was wearing a pair of yellow SpongeBob SquarePants short pants.

Theresa looked him up and down and curled her lips.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Oscar looked down at the clothes he was wearing but did not see anything wrong.

"Nothing. I just think you look handsome in what you're wearing." Theresa knew he loved to hear such words. And it was his taste and preference. And he liked to wear fancy clothes like that.

As expected, when he heard Theresa say he looked handsome, he stood up straight.

"Uncle, how about I design some outfits for you?" Although Theresa didn't know him too well, he had a good relationship with Dolores. No matter how fancy the clothes he wore looked, because he looked older, she didn't feel it was appropriate to call him by his first name directly, so she called him uncle, just like Dolores.

After spending two months with him, they worked together, so they became even closer.

Although he looked playful, he was actually very reliable. He had few shortcomings other than he liked to be praised for being handsome and looking youthful.

That was not true. He had one more shortcoming, which was to wear fancy clothes. And he also always thought that fancy clothes would make him look young, making others feel speechless.

"Fine. You could tell what kind of clothes I like to wear. Just design clothes according to that style." Oscar smiled and leaned over, "Don't you think I have good taste?"

Theresa was speechless.

Dolores couldn't bear to listen to their conversation. How could he think he had good taste in clothes like that?

"I wouldn't call it good taste. I call it your preference." Theresa corrected him.

If his preference was considered good taste, then the world would be a mess.

And everyone in the world would be wearing gaudy colors.

"Preference is fine." Anyway, he liked that kind of preference.

"Okay. I have things to do. I've got to go." Oscar was the busiest one, for he had to manage the company and help Dolores at the same time.

After Oscar left, Theresa dared to ask her, "What was in the folder? You seemed to look like..."

"Theresa," Dolores interrupted her before Theresa could finish her words, "Give this to Matthew for me."

Theresa looked at her and did not reply to her immediately. She was surprised by Dolores' sudden mention of Matthew.

"You're in touch with him, aren't you?" When Dolores saw Matthew, she thought a lot of things through.

Theresa lied about taking her two children to eat the baked fish. In fact, she took the kids to eat in a Western restaurant. And she probably met him at that time.

Otherwise, Theresa wouldn't have lied about it.

Matthew was not supposed to show up. And he only asked Theresa to bring the two children to meet him in secret. However, it was not clear to her why he asked Armand to show up. Perhaps the secret meeting with the children was no longer enough to satisfy his longing to see the two children, so he really wanted to take them to B City for a few days.

Theresa took a deep breath and reached out to pick up the folder. Now that Armand had shown up, it would be strange if Dolores hadn't found anything.

"Is that something he sent you?" Theresa was a little curious. After all, Dolores didn't look too good when she saw the contents of the file folder.

"No. Just give it to him. If he asks about it, just tell him someone has sent me the folder. And there's no signature or address on that delivery. I'm guessing he should know who has sent it to me." After all, it was obvious that the person who sent her the folder was targeting him.

Theresa said, "I'll contact him right away."

"I want to get off work early today." She wanted to escape as if she was afraid to hear any news about him.

At that moment, she especially wanted to be alone, because she wasn't really in the mood to continue working here. And her mind was in turmoil. Even if she knew the photos were probably faked, it still hit her hard.

Theresa said, "Alright." She could tell Dolores' mood had been affected by something.

She looked down at the folder in her hand and took out her cell phone to make a call to Matthew.

By this time, Matthew had just arrived in White City with his two children, and as soon as he saw that it was Theresa calling him, he picked up.