Snare of Love

Chapter 263 Do You Think I’m Cruel?

Jordan became confused. He looked at Charles, “What, what do you mean by this?”

Charles raised his eyebrows and smiled, “You seem to like to solve a problem violently, and I like to

solve it in this way too.”

"You!" Jordan pointed at Charles, “You liar!”

Charles laughed even louder and arrogantly. He sneered at Jordan, “Did I say I wouldn't raise my

hands to you?”

Someone leaned close to Jordan's ear and said, “He didn't seem to say that.”

Jordan had a feeling of being fooled. He kicked the man who spoke and rebuked, “You have no right to

bother my business.”

“Are you crazy, Jordan?” the man was clutching his stomach and bending down after Jordan kicked

him. He glared at Jordan.

"I've not afraid of anyone!" Jordan's face became ferocious. He pulled out a dagger from his waist and

went to Charles's men to stab.

The men were formidable. One of the men caught Jordan's wrist when he just moved, and he

wrenched Jordan's wrist in a backhand. The dagger fell to the ground.

Charles wanted to punish the people who bullied Lacey in the past with legal procedures. However, he

would like to let Jordan suffered before he took legal action.

“Go ahead and do it. I'll settle everything as long as you guys don't beat these punks until dead.”

The people had no scruple to beat the punks since Charles had said that he would settle it. They took

out baseball bats and furiously beat Jordan and his men with aim.

Jordan and his men wanted to fight back, but Charles had too many people, several beat one. They

had no power to fight back.

Charles pulled off a landslide victory for the fight in which Jordan and his men were crying for mercy.

Some of them, who were crying, begged for mercy, “I beg you don't beat anymore. I don't dare to do it

again.”

They were holding their heads and curling themselves up like a hedgehog when being beat on the

ground.

“That's right. We are not purposely come to pick a fight. It's Jordan who called us to come. It's all

because of Jordan.”

“You people are such a group of cowards!” Jordan hated these weakling guys, who were begging for

mercy after taking a few beating. They could win the fight if they were willing to fight with all their might.

Charles sat calmly and instructed Amelia, “Bring a chair for Ms. Flores. We can't see this kind of scene

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Dolores frowned. It was the first time she saw such a violent and cold-blooded Charles.

“These people are lack lessons. They must be thinking that I will send them to the police custody for

few days and come out from there, and everything will be okay. After that, they will still do all the

terrible things. I'll teach them a lesson for their parents today and also teach them how to do a human

being.”

“Ms. Flores,” Amelia moved the chair to Dolores's back.

Dolores did not want to watch such a violent scene. The crowd of the punks had been silent for a long

time. She could only hear the noises of the baseball bats hitting on the people.

Charles turned his head and looked at Dolores, “Do you think I'm cruel?”

Dolores pursed her lips and remained silent. There were so many kindnesses and evils in the world,

and she could not judge them since she was only a small human being.

She subconsciously agreed with Charles's way of doing this. However, she was unwilling to look it in

her eyes.

Tom walked over to Charles and asked, “What to do next?”

Charles looked at Tom, and he was dissatisfied with Tom's question. How could Tom not understand

his mind since Tom had worked for him for a long time?

Tom realized, “Send to the police custody,” after he spoke, he settled the beaten and unconscious

punks.

“Mr. White,” A civil, thin man walked over to Charles.

He was the leader of these people, and they were gang as well and seemed acquainted well with

Charles.

“Tell your boss that I'll take this favor, and I'll pay him to visit myself next time,” Charles spoke to the

man.

The man smiled, “I'll pass the message on to him. I'll leave the aftermath to Mr. White and go on with

the men first.”

Charles nodded.

After about ten minutes, Charles's men had cleaned up the front of the villa. Charles checked the time,

“It's almost noon. Let's have lunch together.”

Dolores manfully refused, “Samuel and Simona are waiting for me, so I'm going back to the hotel.”

Dolores was saying while walking to the villa gate. She could smell the blood that lingered in the air

when a light breeze came up. She wore her coat and quickened her pace.

It was difficult to call a taxi in the villa. Dolores walked out of the villa door and walked along the road to

the main road, where there was more convenient to call a taxi with more traffic.

Toot toot.

There were flashes of the headlight of a car. Dolores moved to the side.

“I'll give you a ride.”

Dolores turned around and saw Charles, who was lowering the car window and looking at her,

“It's not easy to get a taxi here.”

Charles smiled, “You afraid that I'll kidnap you?”

Dolores could not refuse again and got into the car since he had driven over to her.

“You keep rejecting me. Are you afraid that Mr. Nelson will be jealous?”

Dolores heard Charles's words after she got into the car.

She raised her head and looked at him.

Charles thought that she would deny it and unexpectedly heard her words, “He's my husband, and I

always have to think of his feelings.”

Charles was overwhelming with emotions, and his heart was missing a part. He forced a smile and

said, “You guys are devoted to each other.”

Dolores answered nothing but smiled.

Soon the atmosphere in the car became quiet. Dolores looked out the window and did not intend to

speak. Charles did not continue to say as well. He was afraid that he would feel more pain in his heart.

The most painful, deep feeling was seeing your love who had someone in her heart.

Two people were awkward if they did not talk to each other when sitting together.

“I have a guess,” Charles suddenly spoke.

Dolores asked, “What guess?”

“Matthew maybe Victoria's son,” Charles guessed based on the information he knew.

“My adoptive father Nathan asked me to marry Victoria's daughter. That's mean he knows that Victoria

had given birth in the past, then she married Jayden. So where do you think her child went?”

Dolores did not expect Charles would guess it. She was overwhelmed with emotions in her heart but

pacified then. She pretended to be calm, “Mr. White has a good imagination.”

Charles smiled, “Am I guess wrongly?”

Dolores smiled as well and did not show her slip, “There must be no evidence since you said it was a

guess. How would I know about it?”

At the same time, the car stopped in front of the hotel. Dolores opened the car door, “I'll go first.”

She found out that her coat got caught by the gap of the seat when she ready got out of the car.

Charles helped her to pull it out, “I've modified the interior space of this car, but it seems like not

perfect. Otherwise, there would not be such a big gap in the seat.”

Charles needed to get on and off the wheelchair, so he modified the interior space of his car.

Charles moved his body to Dolores's side, and both of them had a close distance as if they were

whispering or talking about something secret, and they looked intimate especially looked from the

outside of the car.

“Okay,” Charles pulled the sleeve out from the gap. He smiled and said, "Do I have to compensate you

for a coat?"

Dolores said indifferently, “It doesn't matter.”

She got out of the car after finished speaking.

However, she saw a man standing in front of the door with a fierce look when she turned around.

Dolores was speechless.