Snare of Love novel Chapter 430

A group of men all in uniform stood at the door as if they came prepared.

The people at the door couldn't stop them. Matthew tucked Dolores in and stood up straight.

The light in his eyes was harsh and fierce, "You guys move aside."

The people who guarded the door went away.

The man in charge sounded official and took out an arrest warrant, "We are discharging our duties. Miss Flores is suspected of homicide and must come back to the police station with us to be investigated."

Matthew walked over. His aura, cultivated by years of dealing with various people, was like a pervasive net.

The man with the arrest warrant swallowed but didn't move. Everyone knew who Matthew was, and so did he. But he was discharging his duties. In ancient times, whoever broke the law would be punished, not to mention today's society where everyone was equal.

He reassured himself that there was nothing to be afraid of. He tried to be calm, "We are discharging our duties. Please be cooperative, Mr. Nelson."

This man was not Gilbert. He was a stranger.

Matthew glanced down at the arrest warrant in his hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said unhurriedly, "Discharge your duties? What if I don't cooperate?"

The man straightened his neck, obviously trying to act tough as a police officer, but the words he said weren't intimidating at all. He even flinched, "Obstruction is also a crime."

"Okay then." Matthew held out his hand, "You handcuff me. I'll go back with you to be investigated."

It was obvious that they weren't Jeffery and Eddie's people. He'd like to see who else.

The man was a little panicked. He was only instructed to arrest Dolores. He didn't dare to arrest this man. He didn't even dare to touch him, let alone put handcuffs on him.

Matthew unbuttoned two buttons on his collar with one hand, "If you feel difficult, you can let the person who gave you this order come. I've always had a bad habit of holding grudges. I don't have much power, but I have money. How much would you say a person's life is worth?"

The man was so scared that his legs went limp and he stammered, "It's also against the law to pay for a homicide ..."

Matthew sneered calmly. His tone was grim and harsh, "Whether I break the law or not is based on evidence. Do you have evidence? Don't always talk about breaking the law. I'm tired of hearing that. Are you going to arrest me, or are you going to call your boss?"

The man looked like he was in a dilemma.

Dolores had her hands on her belly and didn't make a sound. Matthew hadn't told her what the situation had become. As the situation was unclear, she couldn't interfere, let alone cause trouble for Matthew. The only thing she could do was to do nothing and leave everything to him.

A group of people blocked the door of the ward, but none of them dared to move.

The man thought for a moment, "I'll go make a call."

He walked to the stairwell. After making sure there was no one around, he took out his phone and made a call.

At this moment, in a private room with excellent privacy, there was a set of clay teapots on the tea table.

Landon skillfully washed the tea and brewed it twice before pouring it into the finest clay teacup.

He then held the cup in one hand and the bottom in the other, placing it in front of Eddie, "I have nothing to fear since the Herbert family is in this state. I have three children. Because of Matthew, two of my children are gone. Even if I'm a loser, I can't swallow the anger. Now, you are willing to work with me. I am very grateful. On my own, I have no way to fight back. If there is anything I can do for you, Eddie, just let me know. I will do whatever it takes. This is my sincerity. I'd like to toast you with a cup of tea instead of wine."

Eddie held down his hand. Landon had aged a lot in the past two years and had more gray hair. No one would feel good about losing two children at once.

"Please don't say that." Eddie picked up his teacup, "I should toast you."

Landon smiled bitterly, "I'm not the same as I used to be. How can I let you toast me?"

The reputation he had defended had fallen into disrepute, and Maria and Sampson's affair had become the talk of the town. The Herbert family grew worse by the day.

The people who once visited him incessantly were no longer there. Who else cared about him?