Chapter 338: Chapter 338



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“Um.” Victoria answered him weakly.

“Are you willing to stop?” Dolores asked impatiently.

Victoria let out a deep sigh and shook her head. “No, it looks like you’re going to find out Matthew’s identity, but I won’t let you continue your investigation.”

Dolores was about to say that Matthew knew when the phone on the dining room table vibrated.

It displayed Boyce Shawn’s phone number.

Dolores looked at Victoria, “I’ll make a call first.”

She got up and walked over to the window, pressing the answer button, “Hello?”

“It’s me. I found out what Matthew asked me to look into.”

She felt nervous and straightened her back, “Go ahead.”

“It won’t be over in a sentence or two. Let’s meet and talk,” Boyce said.

She thought a moment and said, “Okay.”

gⱯlnσν𝓮𝓁s․𝒸оm hosts thrilling adventures After hanging up the phone, she put it in her pocket, walked to the dining room and saw that Victoria was looking at the sea cucumbers inside the bowl.

She smiled and asked, “Mom, you’re hungry too, aren’t you?”

As he spoke, she went to the kitchen, grabbed a clean bowl and poured him his own sea cucumber. “Don’t worry, it’s untouched.”

Victoria grabbed his hand, “I’m not hungry, you eat it, look how thin you are. You shouldn’t get into this mess.” Dolores said yes.

Thinking about Matthew’s character, she wanted nothing to do with Charles.

Victoria went into the house while Dolores held her breath and swallowed the sea cucumbers, then drank some water and came out after putting on her clothes.

Boyce sent her the address where they would meet and she drove there.

It was a bar and there weren’t many people inside since it was daytime. It was quiet and he was drinking in his seat.

When he saw her come in, he asked her, “What do you want to drink?”.

“Just a juice.” She sat down.

He asked the waiter to pour her a glass of juice. She looked at him and asked, “Why did you choose this place?”.

“It’s quiet at this hour and I want to have a drink too.” He took a sip of his drink.

When he set the glass down, he didn’t take it back, fiddling with it, “Without shame you couldn’t describe how nasty and insidious people are.”

She asked him cautiously, “Are you irritated?”

If not, how could he feel that emotion.

He said nothing, but handed her the bag of files he had placed on the table, “Read it yourself.”

She probably guessed what was inside in his mind.

Seeing her expression, he feared the matter was not good.

He opened the file with curiosity and some apprehension.

There were a dozen pages of information about Phoebe Lewis’ past and a few photos inside.

The photos showed Phoebe’s image and the scene of her and a man going in and out of high class places.

She put the photos down and examined the documents inside.

He read page by page. The more he read, the more his heart sank.

Armand Bernie said that Phoebe had told him she had left because she couldn’t give birth and didn’t want to implicate him. However, he glanced at the number of times she had gone to the hospital for an abortion over the years.

“How can she be so brazen, is she still a woman?” Boyce grimaced. If it weren’t for what sanity he had left that told him good men didn’t fight with women, he would have gone to beat her and asked her how she could be so shameless.

She had left for a rich man the last time.

She’d become someone else’s mistress!

The more Boyce thought about it, the angrier he became.

What angered him was not that she had done those things, but that she would go back to Armand after she had done them.

Did he want Armand to be the consolation?

After reading the last page, Dolores threw the document on the table knowing why Phoebe would come back. It was none other than the fact that she was already old and decrepit, plus that man had married a wife, so she gave up hope and went back to try to get Armand back.

Boyce loaded up the papers, “I have to go get Armand before he gets cheated on.”

“Wait.” She called out to him.

“It won’t be significant if you just go and tell him, instead of him finding out himself!” She narrowed her eyes.

That man seemed to be very rich, otherwise he wouldn’t have been able to keep a mistress for so long, since keeping a woman was a waste of money.

She thought Matthew might know this man, as he knew some rich people.

After she had a countermeasure in her mind, she looked at him and said, “I will go first.”

He said, “Don’t forget to call me.”

She also wanted to see how Armand would look when he realized Phoebe’s true colors.

Dolores said, “I knew it.”

She got in the car and didn’t go to the store, but went to find Matthew.

Matthew was in a meeting, so she went to his office to wait for him.

The large, sunny space made her feel comfortable in it. She walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows and gazed out over the busy part of town. Even in the daytime, it was still as bright as the rainbow, without the depiction of neon lights.

The light from outside fell in circles and she touched it. Unfortunately, no one could catch the light.

When she finished her meeting and pushed the door open, she saw the woman standing in the halo with her slender back, as if she were the heroine of a comic book.

He lightened his steps and walked over to her, hugging her from behind as his chin dropped to her shoulder, “Do you miss me?”

She didn’t move, “Do you know a man named Cody Day?”

She didn’t know Cody, but she had heard of him since she knew his father.

Matthew buried his face in her long hair, muffling a sound, “Why did you ask about him?”

She looked back at him and said earnestly, “I want him to meet Phoebe Lewis.”

They had been together a long time and it was natural for them to interact when they saw each other.

If Armand saw it with his own eyes, it would be more convincing than any proof.

Soon Matthew understood, “Boyce checked him out?”

“Um.” He answered him and told what Boyce had found out. Matthew had no change in his expression and said casually, “I’ll fix it.”

He didn’t like to deal with such matters, but it was related to Dolores’ friend and his own friend, so he had to step in.

She was confident she could fix it right and said earnestly, “Thank you.”

His hand fumbled inside her clothes and gently pinched the flesh of her waistband as he said in a low, husky voice, “How would you like to thank me?”

She felt itchy and twisted her body, earnestly reminding him, “Here’s company for you, your office. Do you want to lose your image in case anyone sees?”

“No one will just walk in.” He stifled a laugh, “Are you willing to have sex with me in here?”

She was speechless.

How could he be so brazen to this extent?

She was unwilling and refused, “I don’t want to lose my image.”

He deliberately bit down hard on her neck and she cried out in pain instinctively, “Ah!”

Soon she closed her mouth again, clenched her fists and kept pounding his chest. He didn’t move, like an immovable mountain. Suddenly, he caught both of her restless hands, lifted them above her head, pinned her against the window and kissed her lips….

As she struggled, he bit her hard. This made her grunt in pain.

He laughed, “You can scream all you want.”

She knew he was doing it on purpose and glared at him with hatred.

Elsewhere, Theresa Gordon was vomiting severely. Almost everything she ate she threw up. She was vomiting acidic saliva when she had nothing in her stomach and no strength at all. She had no choice but to go to the hospital and let the doctor see if he could prescribe some anti-emetic medication.

The doctor prescribed vitamin B6. As he was about to go down to the pharmacy to pick up the medication, he passed by the orthopedic department and saw Armand coming out of there with Phoebe.

The hallway was empty and there was no place to hide, even if she wanted to.

“Does it still hurt?” he asked her with concern.

Phoebe shook her head, “I’ve worried you…”. She swallowed what she was about to say at the sight of Theresa and gripped her arm tighter.

Seeing that Phoebe was still staring straight ahead, she looked up and saw Theresa standing there.

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