Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap
Chapter 551 Over Complacent

In fact, even Dolores didn't ask, for Armand, he would save Theresa from there no matter what it would take him.

Reaching out, he tossed Dolores's hair back to her ear and whispered, "Could you treat me in the same way in the future please?" Dolores wrapped her hands around his waist from an aside. Clinging to his chest, she promised, "I'll treat you better in the future."

She wanted to give him a warm home.

Probably their home might not be perfect, but at least they could live with their children altogether.

Soon, she withdrew her hands and urged him, "Hurry up and get down. They're all waiting for you downstairs."

They would have plenty of time to be together in the future, but Theresa couldn't wait any longer.

Matthew kissed her on the forehead and comforted her, "Don't worry."

Dolores hummed. They walked out of the cloakroom. Matthew went downstairs, and both Boyce and Armand were still there. He cast a glance at Armand and said, "You should go home now." Armand had been stayed up for a whole night, so he was truly sleepy. He stood up. "Okay. I'll go home for a nap and also visit my grandmother."

Matthew hummed. After Armand was gone, Boyce came over and asked, "Doesn't Armand know it?"

Fortunately, he didn't ask Matthew just now, as he noticed that Armand looked pretty relaxed and didn't seem to know about it. Hence, he didn't mention Theresa's matter.

"No. It's no good for us if he has known it." Armand always acted recklessly. If he knew it, he wouldn't only be unable to help them save Theresa but also make trouble for them.

"Declan Bailey is truly a jerk! Why did he kidnap a woman? If he wants to do anything, he should do it directly to us!" Boyce looked quite annoyed.

"Let's go." Matthew walked out of the villa. Boyce followed him without asking him anything. Matthew knew what happened to Theresa, so Boyce believed that he had contacted Declan already.

They didn't go with a driver. Matthew drove himself. It wasn't the rush hour in the morning yet, so there wasn't traffic on the way. Soon, they've arrived at Central Road. The nightclub, which emanated an exciting atmosphere at night, became quiet.

After parking the car, they got off one after another. They didn't encounter the same erotic scene like that when they came last time. It seemed that after a whole night, all the guests had become exhausted. The nightclub manager was taking charge of this place, but now he had gone to jail. John became the second chief here.

Besides Declan, everyone would obey his orders. Seem the two men, he came over with a smile. "Hello, gentlemen. Are you here to see our Mr. Bailey?"

"Where is he?" Boyce was expressionless, completely ignoring John's frivolous look.

"Mr. Bailey is quite busy. However, he has informed me that if you come here, Mr. Nelson, I'll receive you on his behalf. He'll be here pretty soon." John made a posture to let them in. However, he acted quite flippantly instead of respectfully as if he was intentionally satirizing them.

If Armand were here right now, he would retort him ironically, "Who do you think you are? You are just Declan Bailey's dog. What are you without him?"

However, neither Matthew nor Boyce was reckless. They didn't care about him at all.

Matthew slightly nodded and said indifferently, "Since Mr. Bailey has his plan, we'll listen to the host."

John felt as if he had thrown a punch on cotton. Instead of embarrassing Matthew, he was pissed off.

His breath became heavy. After saying "this way please", he walked into the corridor.

Boyce cast a glance at John's angry figure. He approached Matthew and whispered, "This man doesn't seem to be as steady and mature as that manager." Matthew slightly curled up his lips and didn't speak. He strode forward.

They were led to the same box that they came to the last time. John pushed the door open and waited at the door. "Please wait here. Mr. Bailey should be here pretty soon." Neither Matthew nor Boyce looked at him. They walked into the box directly. John closed the door and left.

Boyce laughed. "This man is quite interesting."

John never hid his emotion. How could he become Declan's favorite?

Matthew looked around the box and said, "If the manager hadn't been put in jail, this man wouldn't be promoted at all."

However, this kind of man was quite helpful for them.

He whispered to Boyce, asking him to send his men to follow this man called John.

Judging from John's performance just now, he was pretty complacent after becoming the most favorite one of Declan.

He was too complacent to keep alert, so it was easy for him to make mistakes right now.

"What if Declan knew him well and hasn't told him where Theresa has been kept?" They could tell what kind of person John was with a single glimpse, and so should Declan. Matthew unbuttoned a cuff with one hand. "This kind of man is always spineless. He could sell out anything for his life."

Boyce immediately understood what he meant. If they couldn't get any clue by following him, they could kidnap John and torture him cruelly. He would definitely tell them. Matthew sat on the sofa, lying lazily. He said to Boyce, "Let's wait."

Obviously, Declan put on airs. He would come over shortly.

Boyce sat down, bent over to pick up the glasses on the table, and poured water. He put one glass in front of Matthew. "I feel so sorry for Armand."

If he had been to City C, this matter wouldn't have happened.

Matthew was silent. He rubbed between his brows with a hand. He felt exhausted as he didn't sleep well.

Boyce could tell how tired he was, so he didn't speak anything else. He texted his subordinates, asking them to follow John.

After receiving the reply, he put away his phone and told Matthew that things were all set. "Why don't you take a nap first? I'll wake you up when he comes. I don't think he would come here shortly." Matthew hummed in agreement.

Boyce loosened his collar and gulping down some water, ready to wait for a long time.

Time passed by. Boyce raised his wrist to check the time -- it had been two hours already. He put his arms across on the chest, still sitting.

About another hour had passed, and sounds were coming from the door of the box finally.00000☐☐☐