Snare of Love
Chapter 621 My Enemies Never End Well

Boyce slowly turned his head around, and his tone was a little cold.

"Armand Bernie, I'm not in a good mood, so don't joke with me."

Armand looked at his face carefully. He didn't seem like he was joking, so he also became serious, "Tell me what happened to you."

Boyce drank another gulp of alcohol. He didn't want other people to worry about his own matter, "It's nothing. I'm just suddenly in a bad mood."

He put down his wine glass and said, "I'm feeling better now."

However, Armand didn't think so, "We're friends, so don't try to hide anything from me."

"Who's friending with you? You only care about women," Boyce pretended to be relaxed and teased him.

"Hey, what the...If I only care about women, would I excitedly run over with just one call from you? Do you think I'm not busy?" Armand poured him a drink, "Didn't you want to drink? None of us can go home if we're not drunk today!"

Boyce didn't want to drink, so Armand took the wine glass and chugged it into his mouth, "Alcohol is the essence among foods. The more you drink, the younger you will be."

"Be young by yourself," Boyce pushed his hand away and stood up, "I'm leaving now."

Armand followed him and put his arm around his shoulders, "You're really boring. You asked me to come and have a drink, but you already want to leave when we haven't even started drinking yet. I'm never going to trust you again. You always lie to me."

Boyce got goosebumps all over his body. He shuddered in chills, "What the hell, be serious."

"How am I not serious? I'm not even asking you to have sex with me. I'm straight as a stick."

Boyce was speechless.

He really regretted calling Armand over. He must have gone crazy to give him a phone call and asked him over to accompany him. He must have gone mad.

He had definitely gone mad.

How could he forget what the hell kind of a guy Armand was?

At this moment, the waiter walked over and gave them the receipt for the alcohol. Armand pointed at Boyce, "Give it to him."

"The total is seventy six dollars," The waiter handed the receipt for the alcohol over.

Boyce handed over four pieces of red bills he took out from his leather wallet and said, "Keep the change."

After saying that, he walked out. Armand quickly followed after him.

When they got out of the bar, Armand asked, "Where are we going?"

Boyce said, "I'm going home to sleep."

Armand's eyes widened. He couldn't believe that Boyce said that. He was the second busiest man next to Matthew Nelson. He struggled so hard when he was the captain. Shouldn't he be busier now that he was the assistant officer?

But he actually told him that he was going home to sleep?

Did he hear him wrong or did he say it wrong?

He picked his ears and asked, "What did you say a while ago?"

Boyce ignored him. He got in on a taxi he hailed on the roadside and went away.

Armand was speechless.

He stood on the roadside in a mess. What did that mean? He called him to have a drink, but he left him all alone.

"I'll never forget what you did, Boyce," Armand was extremely angry. However, after giving it a thought, he felt that something seemed to be wrong with Boyce. He rarely took the initiative to replace him to have a drink together. He was also very busy. He worked seriously and very hard out of his strong sense of responsibility. But he actually said that he was going home to sleep?!

Didn't he need to go to work?

Was he acting strangely because something happened?

He drank two glasses of imported wine, so he didn't drive his car. Instead, he sat down on a rest bench on the roadside and dialed Matthew's number.

In WY Group, Abbott Baron took a few important documents. These were supposed to be signed yesterday, but Matthew didn't come to the company. So they were all backlogged.

Abbott said, "These can't be delayed anymore."

Matthew raised his eyes and looked at him, "Are you ordering me around?"

Abbott immediately became nervous. He shook his head hard, "I wouldn't dare."

It wasn't that he didn't want to. He just didn't dare.

He really wanted to push him around, so that he could experience how tiring it was to work all day and night.

At this time, the phone on the table rang just when Matthew opened the document. He glanced at the displayed caller ID, but he didn't answer it. Instead, he directly pressed on the red icon and hung up. On the other side, Armand's expression changed as he looked at his rejected call. What was happening?

One by one...

Did he hang up on him because he was making out with Dolores Flores?

Armand thought, Matthew was the most successful one now. His wife and children were all around him. He also had a good relationship with his wife. So, he evilly thought, 'Since you didn't want to be disturbed, I'll insist on disturbing you.'

He dialed his number again.

He was like, if you didn't want to answer my phone call, I would keep on calling until your phone blew up.

His phone on the table rang again, and Matthew raised his eyes. The number displayed was still Armand's.

He pressed the answer button and turned on the speaker mode, so that he could free his hands and read the documents without any delay.

He asked, "What's the matter?"

Armand didn't expect him to answer it so quickly. He was already prepared to take more phone calls.

He wasn't able to react right away. He took a breath for two seconds and said, "Why did you hang up on my phone call a while ago? Did I call at a wrong time or did I disturb your moment?” Abbott lowered his head and scratched it. He wondered what was going in this guy's mind.

Matthew didn't lift his head up. He closed the signed document and put it on the other side. Then, he said, "Do you have so much time on your hands?"

Armand was speechless

It did seem like he had the most time.

He didn't want to go home anymore after he was called out by Boyce for two drinks. And he most certainly didn't want to go to the firm, so it did seem that he was very free.

He smacked his lips, "Did something happen to Boyce? He doesn't seem to be in the right mood. He called me out to have a drink with him, but he didn't want to drink anymore before even drinking. So I asked

him what he was going to do, and he said that he was going home to sleep. He's such a hardworking person, but he actually said that he's going home to sleep. Isn't it unusual?"

This was indeed so not like him.

Matthew turned off the speaker mode, picked up his phone, and asked, "Where is he right now?"

"Probably at home," Armand said.

"Go replace him and bring him to the company."

"Alright. Then I'll hang up now."

Matthew hung his phone up and put it on the table. At this moment, the secretary's voice echoed from the doorway, "You can't enter."

The people outside seemed to not pay any respect to the secretary. She was pushed away, "Get out of my way!"

Because the secretary couldn't stop him, the office door was pushed open. With one hand on his pocket, Declan Bailey smiled and said, "Mr. Nelson."

"I couldn't stop him," The secretary lowered her head.

But Matthew didn't scold her. He said, "You can leave now."

He handed the signed documents to Abbott, "You can also leave now."

Abbott walked out with a stack of documents in his arms.

Declan walked toward the office table and removed the sunglasses from his nose. He looked around, then he smiled and said, "You have a good taste, Mr. Nelson."

Matthew leaned back on his chair, "Did Mr. Bailey rudely barge into my office just to compliment that I have a good taste?"

Declan laughed and pressed one hand on the table, while his other hand played with the sunglasses, "How is it? The only competent person you have, Boyce, don't have any power now. If I just played a little harder, his reputation would immediately be wrecked. He might even be imprisoned, so do you think I should play a little harder?"

He put his glasses back on, "I've said it before. You can't beat me."

Matthew narrowed his eyes.

"Don't be surprised," Declan pressed both of his hands on the table and leaned over as he looked at him, "No matter who it is, my enemies never end well."☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐