Snare of Love

Chapter 480 He Is Worse off Than Me

The car engine sounded outside at this time. Boyce walked out of the factory and saw a black car

stopped by the cement roadside. He saw Armand through the front windshield, who sat in the driver's

seat. Soon Matthew opened the rear door and got out of the car.

He was in a black suit meticulously. He held his back straight and looked neat. His face was impassive,

and he did not have any changes in his expression, and he was quiet as if a bottomless puddle.

Boyce was about to get used to his indifferent expression. Since Dolores left City B, Matthew talked

much lesser, and he mostly stayed in the company. He would only come out of the company for the

matter of Jeffery.

Boyce and Armand were better than Abbott, who was being in deep water. Matthew spent most of the

time at work in one month, and he had acquired two big corporations in the country. Boyce did not

know whether Matthew could not be idle around or the company needed development.

An eerie and tense working atmosphere spread throughout the employees of the WY Group. When

Boyce saw Abbott last time, Abbott had complained to him that Matthew must be crazy. He said that

Matthew had a meeting that started from nine o'clock in the morning to three o'clock in the evening and

was six hours long in total. Matthew did not release people at lunchtime, and nobody was allowed to

enter the conference room. During the meeting, they had finished the water on the table. Nobody dared

to move, and those who wanted to go to the bathroom had to put up with it. There were up hundreds of

company executives participating in the meeting. Each of them wore a bitter face, but they had to sit

upright. They were always tensed and did not say boo to a goose.

If someone did not get the work done that Matthew issued or did not meet his requirements, he would

give a good scolding to someone's face without saving face in front of everyone.

Matthew acquired two big corporations in only a month, and the workload involved was mind-boggling.

Matthew also wore an indifferent face when staying with Boyce and Armand, but they were not being

'abused' by him, at least.

Boyce was grateful about it, and he walked over to them, said in a low voice, "He is a green and

inexperienced boy. I think he knows only a few things about the kidnap matter.”

Matthew had a frosty face, “Did he confess?”

“He hasn't said yet. I wanted to wait for you to come,” Boyce lowered his head and touched his nose.

He unaccountably did not dare to look at Matthew. Matthew glanced at Boyce and walked into the

factory.

Armand, who followed behind Matthew, walked over to Boyce. Boyce stopped him and whispered, “Do

you think we should look for Dolores privately?”

It was a rough time for them to get along with Matthew since his moods were very changeable.

Armand looked at Boyce and hesitated for a moment, “Will Matthew be angry when he finds out?”

Since Matthew did not look for Dolores himself, they were afraid that Matthew would be angry if they

intervened in this matter.

“We do it privately, and don't let him know,” Boyce looked at Armand like a fool. It must mean not to let

Matthew know about it since he said they would do it privately and secretly.

“Okay, let's find a place to discuss it in detail after this,” Armand sighed and said with a smile, “Finally,

someone is worse off than me.”

Boyce looked at him speechlessly.

Armand smiled brighter, “Somehow, I feel fair now. You don't know how painful I am forcing a smile

when Theresa is not around this period, but Matthew knows my feeling now,” Armand pointed to

Matthew, who had already walked into the factory, and leaned over Boyce, “Matthew is worse off than

me. His wife and children left him behind.”

Matthew could not be in a good mood since he was alone.

Boyce sneered at Armand, “How do I feel you are gloating over him?”

Armand became serious immediately, “What nonsense you talk. I'm not gloating over him. I think I'm

just a little gloating. Now he feels the pain of my suffering.”

Boyce was speechless.

“Have you two finished?” Matthew's voice was as cold and fierce as the wind in December.

Boyce and Armand turned around and saw Matthew standing at the messy factory. His neat and

indifferent look was in great contrast with the dirty mess all over the floor.

Boyce smiled and walked over to Matthew, “I asked Armand to go for a drink in the evening, and I didn't

dare to ask you, So I talked a few more to Armand.”

Matthew said in a deep voice and monotone without any heart in it, “Is that so?” his eyes looked

indifferent that people could not feel any temperature.

“Of course,” Boyce forced himself to reply.

Matthew glanced at Boyce and did not continue the topic. His mouth gently raised, and the lips slightly

opened and said frigidly, “Get him talking.”

Boyce answered and then walked over to the little boy. He looked at the little boy with an expression of Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

ferocious which was scary and could frightened people, “Tell us. Who directed you people to kidnap

Dolores? Why do you people want to kidnap her?”

The little boy looked at him, and his teeth struck against each other. He did not dare to play tricks and

told them everything he knew, “We've been doing somethings for people, and they would pay us after

the things get done. Someone has paid us to kidnap a woman. Usually, it was my cousin who took

some small jobs such as fighting for people. However, he did not take the kidnap job himself. I heard

him said that it was someone named Bailey who sent his men to my cousin. My cousin was excited at

that time and said that it was a gravy train since we would get paid with a lot of money after only we

kidnap the woman. However, my cousin didn't even get paid and died.”

The little boy felt wronged. He did not dare to stay in City B since his cousin died, and he was scared

and went back hometown and even got caught by Boyce. He felt broken and cheated because he and

his cousin had paid such a fat price and did not get the money in the end.

Boyce wondered, “With surname Bailey?”

“Didn't he say what the name of the man was?” Boyce asked again.

The little boy shook his head, “I heard it from my cousin. I didn't know who the person was, but I heard

my cousin said that the person seemed powerful and influential. I have not seen the person. I've told

you all I know. Can you release me now?”

He looked at Boyce with his eyes full of begging for mercy.

“Don't be anxious. I'll release you as long as you tell us all the truth. If you dare to withhold information

from us...” Armand spoke and leaned against the door. He deliberately dragged out the ending -s and

pointed to Boyce's men, “They're all rude men and don't know how to control their strength. It's

common for a person becomes disabled after beating by them.”

The little boy was ashen with fear and stammered, “I-I-I've told you w-w-what I k-k-know. I-I'm a small

beer and always followed my cousin to be a street gangster. I didn't know the person surnamed Bailey.

Please, you must trust me.”

Boyce's arms crossed over the chest and rubbed his chin with a single finger. He pondered the person

who surnamed Bailey. He guessed, “Is it Declan Bailey?”

The name of Declan Bailey was familiar in the circle.

Boyce turned his head and looked at Matthew, who was standing in front of the window, “Is Declan the

only child of Old Mr. Bailey? Is he the Declan who dares to do everything and has his father to rely

upon, and black and white also give him face?”

“It's explainable if it was Declan Bailey who did it. Jeffery doesn't want to get involved in this, so he

contacts Declan since Old Mr. Bailey has been friendly with the old master Harris,” Armand said.

Old Mr. Bailey and Jeffery's father were the same generations, and they had much power and

influence. Armand heard of their matters when Matthew did not fall out with Jeffery.

Boyce became serious and wondered, “It will be troublesome if the matter went to be like that.”

Declan was no easy to deal with, and he certainly would not admit it.

Why would he help Jeffery? Is it because of friendship or because of benefits exchange?

It was easy to deal with if it was because of benefits exchange. Otherwise, it would be troublesome if it

was because of friendship.

Matthew gave a frosty face, and he was thinking. He walked out of the factory and paused when he

reached the door, “I don't want to see this person again.”