Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

Chapter 959 It’s Not Your Territory

The three women passed her by, and she could even smell the cheap perfume reeking from the two

women.

Soon they walked into a store with a sign for hair washing, massage, and barbering, with pink lights on

inside.

Through the glass door with small advertisements, she saw one of the women held a middle-aged

man's arm and walked into the store. The other woman stood in the doorway, leaned against the door, Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

and greeted people passing by, “Do you want a haircut? I'm good at it, and I'll make sure you're

satisfied with my skill.”

The person ignored her, and she continued to speak to the other person.

Soon Lindsay understood their job. She must have despised them in the past. However, Lindsay hid

from police officers and Stanford and lived worse than the two women. She raised the corners of her

lips and laughed at herself. She continued to walk towards the rented room.

She did not have much money and would finish spending the money if she still idled this way. She

wanted to find a job but did not dare to show her face in public. After all, the network was well-

developed, and the police officers had announced her looks. People would certainly recognize her face

if she went to a crowded place.

She did not dare to go out of the room.

She could not stay in the small room anymore after staying idly in the room for two days. Her money

was getting less and less. How could she survive if there was no money?

So she took a risk to go out of the room and tried to find a job.

Most of the people, who lived in this area, were working in the factory. However, Lindsay did not dare to

work there because there were many people in the factory. There was a small supermarket recruiting

people with so many people coming and going. So she also did not dare to work there.

“Why? Are you looking for a job?” the landlord was eating away the sunflower seeds while looking at

Lindsay.

Lindsay instantly turned her head around, saw the landlord, and said, “I'm not.”

“Why are you keep staring at the job vacancy board if you're not looking for a job,” the landlord

laughed, “You look young and pretty. Do you want me to introduce a job to you? I can assure you that

you can earn more than you work in the supermarket.”

Lindsay immediately recalled the two women, “I don't want.”

After saying that, she turned around and left. Even though she was in a desperate situation, she would

not be so cheap to be a prostitute. She would rather die instead of pleasing those dirty men.

The landlord grunted, “Look at yourself, and who do you think you are?”

Lindsay abruptly clenched her hands, and her face turned pale.

Why would she become like this?

Why did she become like this? Everything had happened after Simona went to City B. Lindsay could

have married Stanford and lived as a trophy wife envied by people. It was Simona who changed her

life.

The more she thought about it, the more she hated Simona.

Even if Lindsay wanted to die, she must drag Simona into death with her.

It was Simona who caused her to lead such a miserable life.

Once people had an idea of revenge heavily, they would be crazy and reckless. Lindsay wanted to kill

Simona!

Since Lindsay had changed her mind, she did not want to go back to the room that tormented her with

the unpleasant smells in it.

She would rather die directly instead of living like this way.

Stanford seemed to have a little understanding of Lindsay, and he knew what kind of place she would

choose to hide. He locked and investigated a few crowded and remote areas, and he finally locked two

of the areas where Lindsay was staying in one of the areas. The second area was also a relatively

dense foreign population area.

Stanford's men split into two groups and investigated secretly in the two places, respectively.

It was a coincidence that the people who went to investigate the place just arrived, and Lindsay had left

and returned to the city to wait for an opportunity to kill Simona.

After a few days, the secret investigators found a clue about Lindsay. However, Lindsay was not in the

rented room when they arrived.

Atwood got the news and told Stanford, “In the west of the city, we found her trail, but she is no longer

there.”

Stanford could be sure that she did not leave the place since the people had found her trail.

“Continue to look for her,” Stanford said indifferently, “No matter she is dead or alive, must put her to

find out.”

Atwood said, “Yes, sir.”

“And,” Atwood hesitated and said, “George is outside the room, and he said he wants to talk to you.”

“I don't want to see him,” Stanford refused.

He did not want to see George and his family.

Atwood said, “I'll convey your words to him.”

He left the office after saying that.

George had anticipated that Stanford would not meet himself.

“It's okay if he doesn't want to see me. I can wait for him,” he sat on the couch in the lobby, with the

attitude that he would stay there until he saw Stanford.

Atwood frowned, “Your parents have just come to make trouble, and then you came here again. Mr.

James had injured, and you guys did not concern about his injury and came here to make trouble for

him. You guys are going too far.”

George raised his head, “I'm not here to make trouble, and I just want to see Stanford.”

He gave a sound of the laugh, “Does he need our concern?”

Atwood became chilled with his expression, “Do you think Mr. James is a ruthless person? Haven't you

ever thought about why he's ruthless?”

If Stanford grew up in a warm and harmonious family, how would he be so paranoid?

How would he be so paranoid to the extent that he lost the woman he loved?

Atwood had seen all the pain Stanford had suffered.

Stanford did not know how to love a person because he had an unfortunate childhood.

George pursed his lips and admitted that Stanford had a displeasure life at home since he was a child.

George knew that he had made a lot of troubles to Stanford in open and in secret.

“Those are already in the past.”

George said in a low voice.

Atwood gave a sound of the laugh, “In the past? You're good at minimizing your faults. Would you

forget easily the things that engraved on the memory?”

George said again in a low voice, “I didn't cause those.”

“It was your parents who caused it, and it was your mother, to be exact. If she hadn't picked up with a

married man, would Mr. James's parents have divorced? There would be nothing happened if they

didn't divorce.”

“They divorced because they didn't love each other anymore...”

“So a man has true love with a mistress is an excuse for divorce his lawful wife? I've heard so many

excuses like this. I have no time to talk nonsense with you. Leave now immediately, or I'll call the

security guards,” Atwood said with extreme impatience.

He hated to see the people of James'. They had not given care to Stanford, and they still wanted his

money.

They were shameless!

George kept his temper and felt aggrieved, “Do you think I get the chance to choose my own parents?

If I could, I would definitely want to be born by an official legal wife. Unfortunately, that’s not an option!

I'm not coming today to quarrel or to argue with you. I'm coming to apologize to him sincerely for the

last disturbance at the entrance. My mother knew that she was wrong. I came to see him this time to

invite him to go back home.”

Regardless of what Alyssa had done, George liked to idle around and did no decent work, but he had

always treated Stanford as his elder brother.

He did not go too far overdo somethings to Stanford. He was mad last time because he wanted to force

Stanford to forgive his parents and be kind to his parents. He did not mean to aim at him.

“Mr. James is busy with work. You may leave here now, or I'll call security guards,” Atwood did not want

to be got entangled with him.

George glared at Atwood, “Don't you understand? I'm here to make it up with Stanford, not to pick a

fight...”

“Security!” Atwood shouted.

George got angry, “I don't need you to send me out. I'll go by myself!”

He walked outside after saying that.

It was the afternoon after work.

Atwood wheeled Stanford into the elevator, “Actually, you don't need to come to the company. I can

deal with the company's affairs myself. For those I can't handle, I'll take the documents to your house

and show you. You're still carrying an injury.”

“I hurt my leg, not my hands or brain,” in fact, he did not want to stay home alone.

He would think of her whenever he was alone and quiet.

When he thought of her, he felt heartache.

Atwood sighed within himself.

The elevator stopped, and Atwood wheeled Stanford to go out of the elevator.

When they were about to get into the car, George was there again. He stood in front of Stanford.

Atwood said sternly, “Why haven't you left?”

“I'm not in your territory, so it's none of your business.” he was not in the company building, so the

security guard had no right to drive him off.

He looked at Stanford.

“As long as you go back with me today to visit mom and dad, I promise you that I'll never bother you

again in the future. What do you think of it?” George tried his best to convince him, “Isn't it good for us

to sit down and talk about it so that my parents and I don't have to bother you again?”