The manager cast a glance at those sales personnel who were sitting in the lounge and refused to go
out to serve the guests while furrowing his brows tightly. How dare they refuse to serve the guests,
didn’t they want their performance scores?
Was there only shit in their brains?
Under the manager’s gaze, the sales personnel all lowered their heads, pretending that they had not
noticed it.
“Maybe it’s because they didn’t have time to provide thorough and satisfactory services to you as they
had other guests to attend to. It’s all my fault. As their supervisor, I haven’t disciplined my subordinates
well. Please forgive me. I will make amends for my fault, all right?” The manager smiled apologetically.
Terry still wanted to say something, but was stopped by Dolores as she thought the manager was quite
good to them and therefore they couldn’t argue this point to death.
“Ahem.” Terry also realized that he hadn’t talked too much as he was too excited just now.
“Let me call them and ask them when they could drive back the demo car. This type of car has been
sold well.” The manager took out his phone and made a phone call.
But it seemed that someone at the other end of the phone had said something and the manager
became angered.
“Why didn’t you drive it to a foreign country? Don’t you know that demo cars are not allowed to drive to
too far away? Will you pay the oil cost?”
The demo car was drove to the suburb area and it should take at least one hour to drive it back to the
store.
Abbott asked him to detain Dolores and he had tried his best. Now that the demo car was not in the
store, what should he do then?
“How about this? I will come here to have a try next time.” Dolores said and stood up. It was already
four o’clock and Jessica and the children were about to come back home. They must have been tired
after going out to have fun for a long while; therefore, she had to come back to cook the dinner and
couldn’t waster time in the store.
The manager broke out in a sweat on his forehead, pondering what he should do now. He stole a
glance at the office and found that Abbott was sitting on a chair cross-legged and was watching them
through the window.
The manager felt helpless. The sales personnel didn’t provide satisfactory service to Dolores at the
very beginning, and now the demo car was not present that she couldn’t have a test drive. What could
he say now?
He handed Dolores a name card, saying, “Please call me when you come next time. I’ll serve you.”
Dolores took the name card and said, “Okay.”
Terry and Dolores then walked to the parking lot. Terry opened the car door for Dolores, “I didn’t expect
that the manager of this store is so ‘amiable’.”
He was much more kind comparing to those sales personnel.
Dolores remained expressionless as she thought the manager was excessively hospitable.
Right at this moment, a car was parked near their car. Dolores casually cast a glance at it and saw the
man who was getting out of the car.
He was standing in front of the car in the teeth of the wind. His long legs were wrapped in a pair of
black suit pants and he was wearing a baggy shirt. His appearance in this place gave people a feeling
that he was snatching a little leisure from his busy life.
The man was staring at Dolores coldly.
Dolores was taken aback for a moment. Why did he come here?
He was not in short of cars.
There were several cars of limited editions in the garage in his villa, yet he seldom drove them. Maybe
all men in the world were keen on cars and even if they wouldn’t drive them, they were eager to buy
cars.
Matthew glanced over Terry who had opened the car door for Dolores and fixated his eyes on Dolores.
There were surges of emotions in his blood-shot eyes.
Dolores shrank out of no reasons as she had never seen such a Matthew who looked calm and quite
on the surface yet ferocious indeed.
“How…How comes that you’re here?” Dolores asked incoherently.
“Get off the car.” He ordered.
Dolores remained unmoved, “No need. Spill the beans.”
Apparently he was furious and therefore she didn’t want to get too close to him.
Matthew narrowed his eyes, “Are you sure?”
…
Threat! This was a patent threat!
Dolores glared at him.
Had she offended him?
Why did he act like she had owned him some money the moment he saw her?
Terry noticed Dolores’ reluctance to Matthew’s approach and walked over, asking, “Need my favor?”
Matthew strode forward, pulled him away and pounded on his face. How dare he get so close to
Dolores in front of him?
Being caught out of guard, Terry took several steps backward due to the impact of the pound. Blood
filled his mouth. He wiped the corner of his mouth and found there was blood on the back of his hand.
Terry lifted his head to look at the man who had hit him and felt a bit dumbfounded. He racked his
memories and found he hadn’t come into contact with this man. Nevertheless, he felt quite familiar with
him as if he had seen him somewhere in the past. Terry then suddenly recalled that he had seen this
man before.
This man was a regular subjective of financial news and was the youngest rich.
But had he offended him?
Could rich people bully others at will?
Dolores hadn’t expected that Matthew would resort to forces suddenly. She hurriedly got off the car to
check about Terry’s wounds. The skin on Terry’s mouth corner was broken and it was now bleeding.
“Are you okay?” Dolores asked with concern.
Terry shook his head.
Dolores turned around and glared at Matthew, “Are you insane? Why did you beat him out of no
reason?”
“We haven’t gotten the divorce certificates yet and you’re still my wife. Am I a blind that I couldn’t see
you hugging the other man?”
“What are you talking about?” Dolores knitted her brows feeling extremely confused.
Had she hugged the other man?
“Make it clear.” Dolores’ expressions also turned cold. Moreover, couldn’t she be together with the other
man?
He was too overbearing!
Abbott, who had been hiding at somewhere, produced his phone and showed Dolores the photo he
took just now, “My car was having maintenance here and I passed by here when I was handling some
affairs, so I decided to get my car. Then I saw you and…”
Abbott pointed at Terry and continued, “So I took the photo.”
Dolores stared at the photo with a gloomy face because she was talking to Terry when the photo was
taken. But Abbott’s shooting angle made it look like Terry was kissing her on her cheek.
She sneered, “Good shooting angle.”
Abbott gasped. Good shooting angle? This was what he had seen!
The commotion here attracted some onlookers. As Matthew was a well-known person, Abbott
suggested leaving the parking lot in the first place in case that any scandals would be spread out, “This
is not the right place to talk about this matter.”
Dolores also didn’t want to quarrel with them in the face of so many onlookers.
“I know a good place,” said Abbott.
Just as Dolores was about to get on Terry’s car, Matthew grasped her wrist and stuffed her into his car.
Dolores wanted to resist, but Matthew warned her with his gaze, “Be obedient, all right? Are you going
to make a fuss here?”
Dolores’ face almost distorted out of anger. If it wasn’t because there were still some outsiders here,
she would have had a real ding-dong with him.
Who was making a fuss?
He beat Terry out of no reason. Wasn’t he way too shameless to say that she was the one who was
making a fuss?
She suppressed her anger and sat there obediently.
The place that Abbott chose was one of his houses. He had decorated the house, but was not living
there. Cleaning personnel would clean the house regularly so the house was quite clean. The most
important thing was that it was quiet here, which was suitable for negotiation.
They walked into the house. Abbott gestured Terry to seat himself on the sofa and said, “Say it. What’s
going on?”
Matthew grasped Dolores’ hand and leaned against the low cabinet beside. He was scrutinizing her
hand with his head lowered and was fondling it as if her hand was something precious.
Dolores wanted to withdraw her hand, but at the moment she took action, Matthew grasped her hand
tighter and said, “Don’t move.”
Terry blinked his eyes. What should he say now?
He shifted his gaze to Dolores for help.
“Tell them your relationship with me.” Failing to break free from Matthew’s confinement, Dolores could
only let it be, but she chose not to look at Matthew and turned her face to look out of the windows.
Terry replied honestly, “I and Ms. Flores are partners.”
Abbott felt it interesting and asked, “What’s your cooperation for?”
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