Chapter 621 My Enemies Never End Well
Boyce slowly turned his head around, and his tone was a little cold.
“Armand Bernie, I’m not in a good mood, so don’t joke with me.”
Armand looked at his face carefully. He didn’t seem like he was joking, so he also became serious, “Tell
me what happened to you.”
Boyce drank another gulp of alcohol. He didn’t want other people to worry about his own matter, “It’s
nothing. I’m just suddenly in a bad mood.”
He put down his wine ss and said, “I’m feeling better now.”
However, Armand didn’t think so, “We’re friends, so don’t try to hide anything from me.”
“Who’s friending with you? You only care about women,” Boyce pretended to be rxed and teased
him.
“Hey, what the…If I only care about women, would I excitedly run over with just one call from you? Do
you think I’m not busy?” Armand poured him a drink, “Didn’t you want to drink? None of us can go
home if we’re not drunk today!”
Boyce didn’t want to drink, so Armand took the wine ss and chugged it into his mouth, “Alcohol is
the essence among foods. The more you drink, the younger you will be.”
“Be young by yourself,” Boyce pushed his hand away and stood up, “I’m leaving now.”
Armand followed him and put his arm around his shoulders, “You’re really boring. You asked me to
never going to trust you again. You always lie to me.”
Boyce got goosebumps all over his body. He shuddered in chills, “What the hell, be serious.”
“How am I not serious? I’m not even asking you to have sex with me. I’m straight as a stick.”
Boyce was speechless.
He really regretted calling Armand over. He must have gone crazy to give him a phone call and asked
him over to apany him. He must have gone mad.
He had definitely gone mad.
How could he forget what the hell kind of a guy Armand was?
At this moment, the waiter walked over and gave them the receipt for the alcohol. Armand pointed at
Boyce, “Give it to him.”
“The total is seventy six dors,” The waiter handed the receipt for the alcohol over.
Boyce handed over four pieces of red bills he took out from his leather wallet and said, “Keep the
change.”
After saying that, he walked out. Armand quickly followed after him.
When they got out of the bar, Armand asked, “Where are we going?”
Boyce said, “I’m going home to sleep.”
Armand’s eyes widened. He couldn’t believe that Boyce said that. He was the second busiest man next
to Matthew Nelson. He struggled so hard when he was the captain. Shouldn’t he be busier now that he
was the assistant officer?
But he actually told him that he was going home to sleep?
Did he hear him wrong or did he say it wrong?
He picked his ears and asked, “What did you say a while ago?”
Boyce ignored him. He got in on a taxi he hailed on the roadside and went away.
Armand was speechless.
He stood on the roadside in a mess. What did that mean? He called him to have a drink, but he left him
all alone.
“I’ll never forget what you did, Boyce,” Armand was extremely angry. However, after giving it a thought,
he felt that something seemed to be wrong with Boyce. He rarely took the initiative to find him to have a
drink together. He was also very busy. He worked seriously and very hard out of his strong sense of
responsibility. But he actually said that he was going home to sleep?!
Didn’t he need to go to work?
Was he acting strangely because something happened?
He drank two sses of imported wine, so he didn’t drive his car. Instead, he sat down on a rest bench
on the roadside and dialed Matthew’s number.
In WY Group, Abbott Baron took a few important documents. These were supposed to be signed
yesterday, but Matthew didn’te to thepany. So they were all backlogged.
Abbott said, “These can’t be dyed anymore.”
Matthew raised his eyes and looked at him, “Are you ordering me around?”
Abbott immediately became nervous. He shook his head hard, “I wouldn’t dare.”
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to. He just didn’t dare.
He really wanted to push him around, so that he could experience how tiring it was to work all day and
night.
At this time, the phone on the table rang just when Matthew opened the document. He nced at the
disyed caller ID, but he didn’t answer it. Instead, he directly pressed on the red icon and hung up.
On the other side, Armand’s expression changed as he looked at his rejected call. What was
happening?
One by one…
Did he hang up on him because he was making out with Dolores Flores?
Armand thought, Matthew was the most sessful one now. His wife and children were all around him.
He also had a good rtionship with his wife. So, he evilly thought, ‘Since you didn’t want to be
disturbed, I’ll insist on disturbing you.’
He dialed his number again.
He was like, if you didn’t want to answer my phone call, I would keep on calling until your phone blew
up.
His phone on the table rang again, and Matthew raised his eyes. The number disyed was still
Armand’s.
He pressed the answer button and turned on the speaker mode, so that he could free his hands and
read the documents without any dy.
He asked, “What’s the matter?”
Armand didn’t expect him to answer it so quickly. He was already prepared to take more phone calls.
He wasn’t able to react right away. He took a breath for two seconds and said, “Why did you hang up
on my phone call a while ago? Did I call at a wrong time or did I disturb your moment?”
Abbott lowered his head and scratched it. He wondered what was going in this guy’s mind.
Matthew didn’t lift his head up. He closed the signed document and put it on the other side. Then, he
said, “Do you have so much time on your hands?”
Armand was speechless
It did seem like he had the most time.
He didn’t want to go home anymore after he was called out by Boyce for two drinks. And he most
certainly didn’t want to go to the firm, so it did seem that he was very free.
He smacked his lips, “Did something happen to Boyce? He doesn’t seem to be in the right mood. He
called me out to have a drink with him, but he didn’t want to drink anymore before even drinking. So I
asked him what he was going to do, and he said that he was going home to sleep. He’s such a
hardworking person, but he actually said that he’s going home to sleep. Isn’t it unusual?”
This was indeed so not like him.
Matthew turned off the speaker mode, picked up his phone, and asked, “Where is he right now?”
“Probably at home,” Armand said.
“Go find him and bring him to thepany.”
“Alright. Then I’ll hang up now.”
Matthew hung his phone up and put it on the table. At this moment, the secretary’s voice echoed from
the doorway, “You can’t enter.”
The people outside seemed to not pay any respect to the secretary. She was pushed away, “Get out of
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my way!”
Because the secretary couldn’t stop him, the office door was pushed open. With one hand on his
pocket, Den Bailey smiled and said, “Mr. Nelson.”
“I couldn’t stop him,” The secretary lowered her head.
But Matthew didn’t scold her. He said, “You can leave now.”
He handed the signed documents to Abbott, “You can also leave now.”
Abbott walked out with a stack of documents in his arms.
Den walked toward the office table and removed the sunsses from his nose. He looked around,
then he smiled and said, “You have a good taste, Mr. Nelson.”
Matthew leaned back on his chair, “Did Mr. Bailey rudely barge into my office just topliment that I
have a good taste?”
Denughed and pressed one hand on the table, while his other hand yed with the sunsses,
“How is it? The onlypetent person you have, Boyce, don’t have any power now. If I just yed a
little harder, his reputation would immediately be wrecked. He might even be imprisoned, so do you
think I should y a little harder?”
He put his sses back on, “I’ve said it before. You can’t beat me.”
Matthew narrowed his eyes.
“Don’t be surprised,” Den pressed both of his hands on the table and leaned over as he looked at
him, “No matter who it is, my enemies never end well.”