The man, who had appeared in City C and whose name was Declan Bailey as Dolores guessed, now showed up here. She wondered if he came for Matthew.
Right then, the call on her phone was connected. She heard Boyce’s voice. “Hello?”
Since Dolores used a new number that she started to use after moving to City C, so Boyce saw it as an unknown number on the phone.
Dolores pinched the cell phone. “What on earth happened Theresa?”
Boyce seemed to be startled at this voice. After a pause, he answered, “She’s in a hospital now.”
“Did she get hurt?” she asked nervously.
“She got some injuries and she’s on fever now. The doctor is treating her,” Boyce answered honestly.
However, when Dolores heard his words, she misunderstood.
Boyce’s answer kept reechoing in her mind.
She thought about John’s naked body, subconsciously misunderstanding that Theresa had been raped.
She looked down and asked hoarsely, “Does Armand know it?”
Boyce answered, “Yes, he does.”
“Which hospital are you guys at now?” Dolores asked in a hoarse tone.
“Are you coming over?”
“Not now. I’ll go there later.” Right now, she wanted to know why Declan came to see Matthew.
“The First People's Hospital,” Boyce said.
“I got it. Thanks.” She hung up the phone.
Pushing the door open, she got off and said to the driver, “Please wait for me here.”
She planned to go to the hospital later.
The driver answered and parked the car in the basement garage. It was quite hot outside.
Dolores entered the lobby. Although Matthew didn’t announce her identity to the public, he had admitted her to the company. Hence, all the employees knew who she was. She wasn’t stopped but treated respectfully.
She smiled faintly to anyone who greeted her.
When she walked out of the elevator, she bumped into Abbot. Seeing her, Abbot asked with a smile, “Good day, Mrs. Nelson. Are you here for Mr. Nelson?”
As Matthew’s important assistant, Abbot didn’t involve in as much of Matthew’s daily life as Boyce and Armand did, but he was pretty clear about his boss’s matters.
Dolores answered, “Yeah. Is it a good time?”
Abbott said, “Mr. Nelson is in the meeting with a guest now.”
“Is the guest in a silver-gray suit?” asked she.
Abbott nodded. “Have you seen Mr. Bailey?”
Upon hearing it, Dolores completely ensured that the man was truly Declan Bailey. Otherwise, Abbott wouldn’t have called him “Mr. Bailey.”
She nodded. “Yeah. I saw him come in earlier.”
“Would you like to wait in the lounge, please?” asked Abbott.
Dolores shook her head. “No, thanks. I’m going to go in and join their conversation.”
As she spoke, she sat down next to Matthew.
Declan licked his lips in interest. “Are you going to do PDA in front of me, an outsider?”
“Is there any outsider here?” asked Dolores with a smile.
Declan burst into laughter. He glanced through Matthew’s face and intentionally tried to embarrass Matthew. He said deliberately, “Ms. Flores, did you mean you never treat me as an outsider? I do think we are quite close.”
He wondered if she was still appreciating him for “helping her” in City C last time.
“Oh? I just haven’t noticed you are also here.” Dolores still smiled faintly.
“Ho ho. Ms. Flores, how interesting! I’m sitting here right in front of you. How couldn’t you see me? Am I not a human?” Declan put away his smile.
Dolores still smiled. “You’ve got that conclusion yourself, Mr. Bailey. I didn’t make any remarks, all right? Since you’ve admitted that you are not a human, I wouldn’t disagree with you.”
Declan’s expression was stiffened for a moment. Then he put back his smile. “A sharp-tongued woman isn’t attractive to the man. Be careful. Your man will dump you.”
“Mr. Bailey, please mind your own business.” Dolores slightly twitched her lips. “Last time, when I met you in City C, I didn’t know you are Mr. Bailey, so I didn’t thank you. I’ve got a gift from you as well. I do appreciate your hard work.” She looked over at Matthew gently, who was looking at her right now. Their eyes met. Without any words, they could understand what was in each other’s minds.
With a smile, she asked, “Mr. Bailey has sent us such a big gift, don’t you want to return one for the appreciation?”
Matthew reached out to toss the hair next to her ear and gently keep them behind it. With a doting smile, he said, “Of course, I will. Courtesy requires a return of visits received, and so does sending a gift. I wouldn’t be that impolite.”
Matthew looked over at Declan. “Mr. Bailey, how do you like my gift in return?”
Declan squinted. “It was you who provoked me first.”
“Mr. Bailey, what are you talking about? Didn’t you work with Jeffery Harris to kidnap first? Or, do you think the Nelson family is a pushover, and anyone in the family could be kidnapped?” Matthew’s voice went deeper, full of hidden anger.
“Was the woman I kidnapped a member of the Nelson family? Doesn't everyone know Victoria Forbis used to be the mistress of your father? Mr. Nelson, you don’t like your stepmother, do you? Now, you are against me because of this unimportant person. What benefits would you have?”
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