Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap Chapter 165: Torture

“Do you want me to take her back for interrogation?” To find any clue about Dolores, Boyce was afraid
he was going to have to question her.

Matthew closed his eyes, looking a bit tired, “No need.”

This woman was still useful for him to keep.

Boyce knew that he had a plan so he didn’t say much about this matter, “This is obviously a huge
conspiracy. First, Beulah, Maria and then this fake Ms. Flores came to you. They did so much, just for
this fake Ms. Flores to come to you? How is this beneficial for Maria?”

Matthew opened his eyes quickly. What had happened during this period of time quickly converged in
is head. Beulah’s death wasn’t necessarily directly connected to Maria, but because of Annabelle she
had been willing to die herself. She had never had freedom, so it was better for her to help her
daughter succeed.

So, what was the benefit to Maria?

She was not the kind of person who did things for others for nothing in return.

Why would she help Annabelle, not even hesitating to get into danger?

The relationship between her and the Herbert family was not good. The only one from the Herbert
family who had a good relationship with her was Sampson, but he had already gone to…

“This is not good.” Matthew stood up suddenly.

Unable to keep up with his thoughts, Boyce asked, “What is the matter?”

“I am afraid Sampson is no longer in there.” He stepped forward and walked towards the door.



Boyce quickly followed behind him, “How is it possible that he is not in jail? It is not that he can easily
escape…” At this point, he realized that something was wrong, “Could it be the Herbert family was not
true to their word?”

Matthew glanced at him. This may not have anything to do with the Herbert family but to do with Maria.

The door opened and on the other side Abbott was holding Samuel and standing with his hand raised
about to knock.

Matthew stopped and looked at Samuel in Abbotts arms, his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.

“Where is my Mommy?” Samuel looked at him.

Originally, Matthew had planned to have Samuel meet the pretend Dolores to make him feel at ease.
But now, he couldn’t accept the idea od him calling that woman ‘Mommy’.

With trembling fingers, he raised his hand and touched him on the cheek gently, “You are a man, you
should behave like one.”

Samuel’s expressions were tense.

Obviously, what Matthew had just said was a bad omen.

“Your Mommy is missing.” He took Samuel in his arms, “Should we go find her together?”

Samuel didn’t reject Matthew and hugged him, but he didn’t say anything else. His eyes were red and
he was still trying his best to keep his tears from falling. His voice was extremely hoarse as he said, “I
am a man, I won’t cry. I want to find Mommy.”

Matthew pressed the little guy’s head into his embrace. The softness between his eyebrows had never
appeared before.



Samuel was very well-behaved. He quietly pressed himself close to his heart, listening to his heartbeat
and smelling his unique fragrance.

His little hands gripped Matthew’s collar tightly and said firmly, “We will definitely find Mommy.”

Matthew hummed softly in response.

He looked at Abbott and said with a deep voice, “Keep an eye on the woman inside.”

Saying that he walked outside.

Abbott looked dumbfounded. What woman? What was the situation?

When Boyce passed by him, he made the long story short, “Ms. Flores is missing. The one inside is
fake. She is still useful so don’t let her know that we have discovered that she is fake for the time
being.”

Abbott, “…”

What?

Dolores had disappeared and a fake one had come in her place? What was even happening?!!!

Boyce didn’t have much time to talk to him. He patted Abbott on the shoulder, followed after Matthew
and left the hotel.

Boyce drove and gave his subordinate a call to see if Sampson was still in jail.

After half an hour, the news came that Sampson had been replaced. The one in the jail was not him,
but looked a bit like him.

Boyce looked at Matthew in the back seat through the rearview mirror, “He is gone.”



“What do we do now?” Boyce was nervous.

“I want to see Maria.” Matthew’s voice was low and deep, as if each syllable was coming from deep in
his chest.

Boyce said that he understood and drove faster. Soon, the car stopped at the detention center.

Matthew got out of the car holding Samuel and rubbed his hair, “You play with Uncle Boyce for a while,
I will go in for some time.”

Samuel didn’t know what he was going to do, but he knew that the place he was going was not for his
eyes to see. He nodded obediently.

Boyce took Samuel’s hand, “Let me take you to my office.”

Samuel nodded and followed him.

“Mr. Nelson.” Nick came out.

Nick was Boyce’s subordinate, he had arranged everything.

Matthew nodded and Nick led the way.

It was the same building where he came at night, through the corridor to the room at the end.

“It is quiet here, no one will bother you. I will wait outside.” Nick said.

Matthew hummed in response and walked towards the room. At the end of the corridor, there was a
strong wall with a small window above it with an electric anti-escape grid. The door was next to the
wall.



He pushed open the door of the room. There was no window in the small square room. On the ceiling,
there was a white energy saving bulb and an interrogation chair right below it. Maria sat on the chair
handcuffed to it.

She was wearing the same dress that she was wearing when they had caught her that night. The
pajamas were torn and crooked, exposing large areas of her skin.

There were dried bloodstains on the corners of her mouth and on her clothes. The wounds on her head
and the corners of her mouth had not been cleaned and had dried with scabs.

She tilted her head, looking at Matthew with a smile, “Came to see me again?”

Matthew closed the door, stepped calmly and steadily to stand in front of her and stared down at her.

Maria raised her head to meet his gaze and smiled, “What are you doing looking at me like that? Did
you miss me?”

But she felt something was fishy. By this time, he should have found ‘Dolores’, why was he coming
here now?

“Shouldn’t you be playing kiss me hug me with Dolores right now? What made you think about coming
to see me?”

Matthew didn’t change his expressions. His face didn’t give away any emotion, making her unable to
figure out his thoughts even slightly.

Maria felt a little uneasy, but she knew that according to their plan, ‘Dolores’ must have reached him
smoothly.

Sampson had also left the city with Dolores who had amnesia.



As for her, Boyce couldn’t find any evidence connecting her to the crime and she had arranged a
lawyer.

This was a happy ending.

Although she had lost Matthew, she had helped her brother succeed perfectly.

She had originally never been liked by Matthew.

The plan went ahead like this. It was perfect.

But why did he come here?

After finding ‘Dolores’, shouldn’t he be at home with her?

As a result, she was going to be able to let Boyce handle her matter and release her upon failing to find
any evidence of her crime.

Everything that happened as Matthew appeared in front of her made her feel uneasy.

“Is Dolores not flirty enough to serve you well…”

*Smack*

Her voice stopped abruptly.

Instead of listening to her filthy words, Matthew’s hand swept through the air and smacked her right
across her face very powerfully. Not prepared for this, Maria fell on the ground with her chair with a
loud bang. There was a loud noise and dust flew everywhere.

He squatted down in front of her on one knee, “Don’t try to be smart in front of me. You don’t know how
much evidence I have against you and I know that you think I don’t know much about you. tell me



honestly if you don’t want to die, where is Dolores?”

Maria’s couldn’t hear properly; her mind was buzzing and her face was so numb that she couldn’t feel it
at all. Through her messy hair splayed across her face, she grinned with her bloody mouth, “I don’t
know what you are talking about.”

“Really?” Matthew ran out of patience now. He stood up, unbuttoned his suit jacket, leaving it
completely opened and showing the white shirt inside.

Maria hadn’t recovered from the slap just now, she didn’t know what were his intentions, “You… What
are you doing?”

Matthew smiled evilly, “If you don’t want to say it, then let’s change the method.”

Maria’s eyes widened. Just as she was about to say something, he lifted his leg and she felt a gush of
breath on her chest. The sky turned upside down as she was kicked into the air. She hit the wall,
shattering her spine, causing her torturous pain, as if her flesh was being pulled off her bones.

She fell to the ground convulsing.

Looking at the furious man in front of her with horror, she gasped, “You… do you know?”


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