Snare of Love novel Chapter 284

Since Mrs. Leslie and Sampson had nothing to do, they decided to go back to City B.

The return journey was smooth and nothing unexpected happened to interfere with their journey.

There was not much time left for them as New Year’s Eve was around the corner.

Boyce had to keep an eye on Sampson. So, his car went last whereas Armand and Theresa sat in one car with Mrs. Leslie. Matthew and his family of four were in a caravan.

The scenery along the road was somewhat stagnant, without the vibrancy of spring, the bright green of summer and the fruit of autumn, only a very cold wind was left.

It was a quiet journey. They spent only half a day to complete half of the journey. It was much faster than the previous journey.

At noon, they rested in the service area to have lunch.

The service area was very crowded because it was nearing the end of the year, the car park was full of cars and there were all sorts of people standing everywhere.

Simona wanted to go to the washroom, so Dolores took her there. On the other hand, Matthew took Samuel to the restaurant. Armand and Theresa supported Mrs. Leslie and brought her in too.

Sampson had awoken. He was guarded by people all around, they were not to look after him, but to prevent him from committing suicide or escaping.

Boyce instructed his men to keep an eye on Sampson. Then, he went to the washroom before looking for them in the dining room. Mrs. Leslie was in the pink of health as she recuperated well, mainly because she was in a good mood. Armand’s marriage had always troubled her.

Now that Armand had married, she was free of preoccupations and there was why she was in a good mood.

“Grandma looks younger.” Boyce sat down and said.

“You always know how to make an old lady happy.” Mrs. Leslie sounded angry, but she was happy.

“I am telling the truth.” Boyce made Mrs. Leslie laughed.

Since the food in the service area did not taste nice, Boyce shoved a mouthful of food into his mouth and said, “Let’s simply eat something first, we’ll have a good meal when we get back to City B.”

Armand stood up, “I want to buy something. Theresa, please take care of grandma.”

Theresa nodded.

“Mr. Bernie, I saw someone selling jack fruit, please help me to buy one box when you come in,” Samuel said.

Armand looked at him, “Do you like it?”

Samuel shook his head, “My sister likes to eat, but she’s not a picky eater, she eats everything that tastes good.”

Armand agreed to help him. He then turned around and walked out of the restaurant. He glanced at Boyce through the glass door. Boyce was talking to Samuel. Looking at his lips, it seemed he was saying: Samuel loves his sister.

Boyce did not pay attention to Armand, so Armand let out a sigh of relief and put the hood on his down feather jacket over his head. Then, he walked towards the car with Sampson in it.

When he reached the car, he looked around. After making sure that no one was paying attention to him, he reached out his hand and pulled the car door. Inside the car, there were the two men who Boyce ordered to guard Sampson.

Seeing that it was Armand, the bodyguards inside the car greeted, “Mr. Bernie.”

Armand took a look at Sampson who was placed underneath and laughed, “You guys go eat first, I’ll guard him.”

“Didn’t Mr. Shawn say that he’ll come and replace us later?”

“He told me to come, why you guys don’t trust me?” Armand raised his eyebrows and said unhappily.

The bodyguard waved his hands repeatedly, “No, no ...”

Armand violently interrupted him, “Then why don’t you get off the car quickly?”

The two bodyguards stepped down from the car and Armand got in. At the same time, he ordered them, “Eat quickly.”

“Okay.”

After seeing that the two bodyguards had left, Armand closed the car door and sat down. He looked at Sampson with a wicked smile and moved his wrist, “We meet again.”

Sampson stared at him, wanting to move but unable to do so as his arms and legs were fixed to prevent him from running away and from committing suicide. They even put a brace inside his mouth so that he did not even have a chance to bite his tongue to kill himself. Boyce said, if he wished to die, he would have to wait until he returned to City B and was sentenced before he could die.

By then, if he did not want to die, Boyce would still put him into trouble.

“Why can’t you move?” Armand asked with a deliberate smile.

Sampson knew that he did not even have the ability to die now, he was like the meat on the chopping block, only at the mercy of others.

He simply closed his eyes as he did not want to look at Armand.

“Hah.” Armand sneered, he took out his mobile phone and deliberately took some pictures, “You think, if I take two nude... photos and make them into big banners then pull them up in front of the Herbert family’s company and villa, would it be funny?”