Snare of Love novel Chapter 172

“You have to get used to it.” Armand smiled and tossed Boyce a look. “Hurry up and begin your show to amaze Miss Flores.”

“Speaking about amazement, why don’t Miss Flores come with me inside and have a closer look? That would be more exciting.”

“No.” “Dolores” waved her hands and refused to be touched by them. Did anyone give her the right to decline now? Armand and Boyce looked at each other and without caring for her resistance, they dragged her up from the chair. She had to go no matter how.

“Do you know who I am? How could you do this to me?” “Dolores” struggled hard. “Let me go now.”

“Of course we know who you are, it’s because of this, we need to train you to become braver. Matthew did not need a weak and timid woman by his side.” Armand’s words successfully made “Dolores” speechless. She was dragged into the interrogation room. Boyce and Armand deliberately released her in front of Maria. Her shoes were stained with blood. She wanted to retrieve her leg but Maria snatched it. Although she looked feeble, her strength at the moment was unbelievably large.

“Let me go, let me go.” “Dolores” kicked around in panic, she was too nervous that she accidentally kicked Maria’s head. Maria’s vision blacked out for a short two seconds. “How dare you kick me?” She snarled at her. There was blood among her teeth. Her face was so pale and ferocious that she looked like a ghost crawling out from hell.

“No, I didn’t, I’m sorry. It’s you who grab me first.” “Dolores” was so scared that she mumbled. Maria did not look human at all at the moment. Boyce who was at the side gave her kick and said, “What’s wrong of being kicked by Miss Flores?”

“Yeah, can’t you see your own strength? Do you think that we won’t dare to lay hands on you when you belong to the Herbert family? How could you harm Miss Flores?” Armand looked exceptionally arrogant. “You thought we won’t dare to do anything to you when the Herbert family has your back? I’m not bluffing, but do you believe that we’ll even destroy the whole Herbert family if they dare come to plead for you?”

He then intentionally glanced at “Dolores” as he spoke. “Right? Miss Flores.” “Dolores” did not dare to utter a word at all. Even though Maria still had the Herbert family’s support, she still suffered from this kind of consequence. She had no supporter at all and if her real identity was exposed…She did not dare to think about it further.

Maria who was given a kick lied on the ground and could not say a word at length. Her whole body ached and Boyce’s kick just now nearly took her life. She was like a drowned mouse and was humiliated, yet Annabelle who was an impostor was actually acknowledged and respected by Matthew’s two most trusted friends. She was exasperated. Why was she the one who got all the benefits? She felt deeply aggrieved.

Her rage made her vomited blood right onto the shoes of “Dolores”. The warm blood touched her skin and made her skin itchy. She was greatly shocked and she shrilled. “Die, die.” “Dolores” was calculating enough to keep on kicking Maria’s head, trying to kill her. Only dead men could keep her secret. She could not let Maria live, she can’t!

Boyce and Armand did not stop her when she repeatedly kicked Maria’s head, they only pulled “Dolores” away when Maria almost passed out. “Let go of me, I want to hit her, she harmed me, she has to die. Kill her for me, quick---”

Maria had suffered all kinds of ordeal while being kept inside these few days. She was half dead and did not have the strength to fight back at all. If Boyce and Armand only pulled Annabelle away a few minutes later, she would have died. That woman wanted to kill her to keep her secret? Maybe the rise of hatred inside her had exceptionally strengthened her will to live, Maria growled with her last breath, “You’re not Dolores!”

“Dolores” was startled and there was a chill down her spine. “You’re dying, stop talking nonsense, let me end your life.” She then pounded onto Maria, but Armand held her back. “What’s the hurry, let her speak. That sounds interesting though, she said you’re not Dolores.” He then approached her face and looked from left to right, up and down, teasing, “Could it be this face is made from plastic surgery?”

“Dolores” shuddered and retorted, “What are you talking about?”

“I’m just joking, don’t be serious.” Armand smiled.

Maria clenched her fists and was afraid that Armand had believed her words. “She really isn’t Dolores…” She paused and looked up with difficulty. She looked at the man who was sitting on the chair outside the glass wall, who was watching all the time silently, as if everything was under his control. She only knew his purpose at this moment.

Her nail was plucked by Boyce the moment she was brought inside. The excruciating pain deprived her ability to think. How could she forget that Matthew had already known that that woman was not Dolores? The reason he asked her to come here was only to turn them against each other. Yet it was clear that Annabelle wanted her dead.

She let out a sorrowful smile. “How could I forget your trick after following you for so long?” Tears flowed from her eyes and mixed with the thick blood. “I’ll tell you Dolores’s whereabouts, but I have one condition.” Matthew no longer sat there and watched. He stood up and walked towards her in a calm yet haphazard manner. “Dolores” was already stupefied at the side. What, what was she talking about?

Armand glimpsed at her pale face and snorted. “Dolores” shivered. Could it be Maria already betrayed her? Or else Matthew would not know she was not Dolores. After all, she was the only one who knew that. She clenched her fists in rage and pounded at her who was on the ground. She sat on her back and choked her. “Die, bitch!”

Boyce kicked “Dolores” away and spoke, “Get the fuck off.” He then threw the two men who were standing at the corner a look. “Get her.” He could not let her mess their plan up here now, it was important to inquire about Dolores’s whereabouts. Maria had difficulty in breathing. Her body only trembled a little and she did not let out a voice when she coughed.

Matthew frowned. Boyce squatted and caressed her back. “She won’t die.” Although she was tortured hard, she would not die. He knew how to control the level of punishment. Matthew heaved a sigh of relief. He had finally made her confessed, they would suffer great loss if she died.

“Say it, where’s Dolores?” Boyce held her up. Maria sat on the ground and after resting for a while, she slowly looked up at “Dolores” whose movement had been suppressed. She opened her bloody and dry mouth and spoke with a weak voice, “I can tell you, but I have one condition.”

“What is it?”

She let out a bloodthirsty smile. “I want her dead!”

“Bitch, you’re the one who’s gonna die.” “Dolores” looked towards Matthew and quickly explained, “Don’t listen to her, I’m the real Dolores, I really am. You’ll get tricked by her if you trust her words, please don’t believe her!”

“Shut her mouth up!” Boyce chastised. How could she not be sensible enough? The two men looked at each other and wondered what to use to shut her mouth. They did not have anything near them and one of the men finally sighed and shoved his handkerchief into her mouth when she still wanted to speak.

Maria smiled. Her face did not look beautiful but horrifying. She looked at Annabelle and said, “Look at you, besides having an exact same face as Dolores, you’re nothing useful. Do you think Matt would keep you?” Annabelle widened her eyes. With a ferocious look, she wished she could pound onto her and tear her into pieces alive.

Maria ignored her look and although she was talking to Annabelle, she was implying something else, “I suppose you don’t know where Dolores is either when she’s taken away by my brother that day? I have the thing Matt wants, but what about you?”