“Does Mr. Nelson know that person on the card or are you interested in her?” The customer relations
supervisor leaned forward to pick up the documents and the invitation card. The card was given to her
by her friend and she unknowingly placed it with the documents that she brought with her to the
meeting. In her carelessness, she dropped the documents and Matthew happened to see the card and
asked out of curiosity.
She held the documents close to her chest and held the invitation card for a couple of seconds before
giving it to Matthew, “I’m already married and I can’t possibly wear a bridal gown again. What if I see a
beautiful bridal gown? I might be forced to look for a new husband. Perhaps I should give this invitation
card to you, Mr. Nelson.”
As the supervisor of the customer relations department, she was particularly sensitive to a person’s
expressions and gestures. Although Matthew did not express that he wanted the invitation card, she
could sense that he was interested in the person in the picture on the card. Otherwise, he would not
have hesitated.
Matthew reached out and accepted it graciously, “Thanks.”
The supervisor was a middle-aged woman in her forties with short-cropped hair and dressed
professionally. She followed him into his office and curiously asked, “Mr. Nelson, do you know her?”
Could he have a new squeeze? The previous woman who he spoke about to the office staff did not
resemble that lady on the card.
“Why are you so interested in my private matters?” Matthew said nonchalantly as he glanced at her.
The supervisor smiled and said mischievously, “All women are equally curious. However, Mr. Nelson
had been treating me like one of the chaps.” Thereafter she returned to her seat. Matthew never
differentiated his staff based on their gender. He based his tasks assignment based on the staff’s
abilities. Matthew seemed to be lost in his thoughts as he looked at the lady dressed in red cheongsam
featured in the invitation card.
The doctor sent him pictures of Theresa after she recovered from the cosmetic surgery. Although she
no longer looked like her former self, he could still recognize her after close inspection of the
photograph. He lost track of Theresa after she left the hospital but he guessed that she must have
been staying with Dolores. Although there was no trace of Dolores in the invitation card, he was certain
that Dolores must be somehow involved.
After instructing Abbott to take the invitation card to his office, he took his seat and started the meeting.
The top executives of the top ten ranked companies sat uneasily in their places. Each meeting with
Matthew felt torturous. They were worried that they would misspeak and upset the boss. The grueling
meeting could drag on for hours.
Matthew would maintain a very stern expression throughout the meeting, causing them to second
guess themselves as if they had done something wrong. Even if they had performed their tasks to
perfection, it could not even elicit a smile from him.
However, unlike in the past, he had started to praise them if they had done a good job. In the past, he
would berate unreservedly if the person had not performed the task to his satisfaction. The top
executives were also contented and prayed for the meeting to end as soon as possible. They all had
the feeling that they just wanted to quickly escape from that meeting.
The current meeting lasted a couple of hours. Matthew left the conference room with Abbott following
closely behind and reminded him, “You have a lunch appointment with Mr. Tyrone at the Moon
Restaurant. At three this afternoon, you have a meeting with Mr. Webb to discuss the merger. You have
a charity event at eight this evening. Do you want me to find someone to attend the event with you
tonight?”
Events like this were attended by couples. Some would bring their secretaries while others would bring
their wives. People who attend such charity events were society elites who utilize such occasions to
network and would inevitably talk about business dealings.
Matthew was slim and athletic. With one hand in his pocket and the other hand undoing his collar, he
said, “Attend the charity on my behalf.” No one would say anything so long as the money had been
donated.
Abbott nodded and stopped as they reached the entrance of the office. Matthew opened the door to his
office and saw Boyce and Armand waiting for him in the office. Boyce had always been dependable
and steady while Armand had an inquisitive character. He leaned over the table, picked up, and looked
at the invitation card. On the card was Theresa who wore a bright red cheongsam which was
exquisitely embroidered. Her jet-black wavy hair was beautifully set. Her sexy figure was accentuated
by the body-hugging cheongsam with a high slit which revealed just enough of her long fair legs to
tease. She looked coy with a slight smile which was picture perfect.
On the left side of the card was embossed with gold wordings: An Unforgettable Encounter Begins With
A Perfect Dress, Who Could Ever Resist?
The message was simple and yet alluring. The design of the invitation card perfectly complemented the
theme of the event.
Armand glared at Matthew and pondered why was this invitation card on Matthew’s table.
“Who is this? Why is this on your table?” He questioned if Matthew had strayed.
Matthew ignored and glared coldly back at him.
Armand pursed his lips and then looked back at the invitation card in detail and then remarked, “She is
truly beautiful and alluring, but…”
“Oh Armand, have you no shame? Why are you so horny each time you see a woman?” Boyce said.
He was dragged over by Armand after his meeting. Boyce looked dashing in his well fitting uniform.
Boyce looked rock steady and authoritative as he sat on the sofa in his impressive uniform. His solemn
expression made him exude an air of reverence.
Armand looked up slowly towards Boyce and replied, “Who’s the one without shame? I’m just
commenting and you are the one who thought in that way. I’m just stating the facts but this woman
lacks the warmth. She is unlike my Theresa who is friendly and passionate.”
He placed the invitation card back on the table, walked over to the sofa, and then placed his hand
firmly onto Boyce’s shoulder, “I don’t hide my feelings unlike you. You obviously have a raging heart but
pretend to be reserved.”
Buzz…
Boyce’s cell phone started to vibrate at this moment. He looked up at Armand and wanted to retort but
took out his phone which had an unknown caller.
Armand took a peek, sat on the armchair, and said, “Could it be a spam caller?”
Boyce glared at him and said, “Mind your own business.”
Armand pursed his lips and thought to himself about Boyce snapping him back at him and remarked,
“Brut.”
Boyce ignored him and answered the call. The caller was a lady and asked with a very tender voice, “Is
that Inspector Boyce Shawn?”
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