Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap novel Chapter 1001

“We’ve agreed last time. We must talk in private,” said Stanford first.

Amanda said, “Okay. But I hope you can keep your promise. After you’ve told me what you want to speak, you can’t come to bother me anymore.”

Stanford looked down a bit, his thick eyelashes covering his ink-black pupils. He hummed in a low voice.

“Let’s go.” He moved first. Amanda followed him.

“Go ahead and tell me what you want to speak. I’m quite busy,” said Amanda impatiently.

Stanford turned to look at her. When he was about to speak, a car parked on the roadside. Seven or eight men got off with the baseball bats, surrounding Amanda and Stanford together.

“Who are you?” Stanford frowned.

“Are you Stanford James?” The lead didn’t answer his question. Instead, he wanted to confirm Stanford’s identity.

Stanford stood in front of Amanda protectively. “I am. I’m the one you’re looking for. Let her go.”

“Sure. We’re looking for you. We won’t hurt anyone innocent.” Stanford was their only target.

Stanford didn’t know who they were, but he knew that they came for him. He whispered to Amanda, “Hurry up and leave here.”

“Who have you offended?” Amanda didn’t leave immediately. Watching the scene, she frowned. “How dare they do such a thing in broad daylight?”

Stanford noticed that she slightly frowned, and suddenly his heart fluctuated. He wondered if she cared about him.

“Do you still care about me?” he asked in a gentle tone, trying hard to cover his excitement.

Amanda let out a laugh. “What do your life and death have to do with me?”

Then she turned away without looking back.

Stanford gazed at her receding figure and asked, “If something happens to me, will you remember me?”

“No, I won’t,” answered Amanda ruthlessly, “You’ve never been in my life.”

Bang--

Suddenly, a bat was smashed on Stanford’s back. He frowned and let out a groan. Then he grabbed the bat over.

Right then, the seven or eight men rushed to attack him altogether. No matter how capable Stanford would be, he found it difficult to deal with all of them.

Those men acted strategically. Stanford was good at fighting, but he was still beaten hard.

Amanda didn’t walk far away. When she looked back, she saw Stanford struggling hard while fighting against the gang. Even if he didn’t have an upper hand, he refused to fall.

Her eyelashes trembled. In the end, she pulled out the phone and called the emergency number. She whispered to herself, “Just for the sake that we use to know each other.”

Then she yelled, “I’ve called the police. Fuck off if you don’t want to go to jail!”