Snare of Love
Chapter 393 A Huge Conspiracy

Sampson's footsteps didn't stop and he approached her constantly.

Dolores kept backing up, she was so frightened that her face was pale white like a piece of paper.

How was he able to come out?

Her heart was beating fast, she was having trouble breathing.

"Are you surprised to see me?" Sampson smiled eerily.

This version of Sampson was even more eerie than when he kidnapped her.

Dolores suppressed her inner panic and calmly said, "Don't you come over. If you take another step forward, I'll shout."

"Haha." Sampson laughed very loudly, as if he was telling Dolores that he wasn't afraid of people.

Dolores took advantage of his inattention and reached for her pocket, only to replace out that she left her phone back in the room. Behind her was the toilet, there was no way out.

She looked at Sampson, "What do you want?"

Sampson smiled, "Do you know? Helen's dead."

Dolores only heard that she was locked up, how did she end up dead?

"Matthew Nelson deliberately framed her for murder. She couldn't stand life without freedom and being oppressed, so she committed suicide inside." Sampson gritted his teeth, his face was extremely hideous, "Because of the two of us, the whole Herbert family was also implicated. Their reputation was damaged, and they became the laughing stock of the people of City B. Tragic, isn't it?"

"These are all you own doing, no one forced the both of you. God is bound to punish you with the amount of bad things that you did. You should've known this!" Dolores looked around, trying to replace something to defend herself, yet there was nothing else aside from a flowerpot by the wall.

"You're so cruel, Lola. So cruel to me. Don't you have any responsibility?" Sampson approached again, step by step..., "If you had been good with me and not seduced Matthew, he would have married my sister. A happy ending for all. But you just had to be a bitch and went to seduce a man! And it even had to be my sister's man! Making all this otherwise perfect trajectory to change its course. All because of you!"

He was only two steps away from her.

Dolores couldn't just stand there and do nothing any longer, so she tried to escape through a gap at the side. However as soon as she moved, Sampson immediately rushed over and grabbed her. Dolores shouted, " Boyce... Mmm!"

Sampson covered her mouth when she was just about to shout.

Her pupils constricted sharply, filled with terror.

"What are you afraid of?" Sampson leaned close to her ear, "I'm not going to hurt you, why are you so afraid of me?"

Dolores couldn't control herself, her whole body was trembling.

Choking in his palm, she prayed. Hoping that he would let her go.

Sampson kissed her neck and Dolores's whole body stiffened. Her stomach churned again, and she wanted to throw up.

"Mmm..."

"It makes you so disgusted for me to just touch you?" Sampson became more and more hideous.

"Yes. I'm disgusted."

The sound of her voice was muffled out from his palm.

Sampson became more and more presumptuous. He hugged and kissed her recklessly. Dolores struggled, but the difference in strength between men and women was large, she was no match for Sampson. Between struggles, she found something on Sampson's waist.

She grabbed it in her hand, and it was a gun.

Dolores pointed the gun against Sampson, "If you move again, I'll shoot."

Sampson's movements froze for a moment, then he laughed, "You don't have the guts to shoot."

He continued to tear at her clothes.

Dolores's nerves were extremely tense, and her mind was blank. There was only one thought, she couldn't let Sampson touch her. She couldn't! Bang!

She fired the gun.

Sampson didn't seem to look surprised. He looked down at his abdomen, blood was soaking through his shirt.

He looked at Dolores and smiled, "I know what kindergarten your children are attending. I'll grab them and torture them severely."

Her two children were her untouchable bottom line, she would never allow anyone to hurt her children.

"Don't you dare!"

"You even dare to shoot me, why would I not dare to grab them?" Sampson covered his abdomen, his head was full of sweat, and his voice wasn't as strong as before, it was sounding weak. Dolores's eyes reddened, the gun was still aimed at him, but she didn't pull the trigger again.

Then the door of the private room was opened right at that time. It seemed that the sound of the gunshot just now alarmed the people in the bar. Boyce and Armand also walked out, and when they saw Dolores holding a gun in her hand, both of them simultaneously felt that the situation wasn't looking good and walked over quickly.

"Dolores..."

Just then, Sampson pounced onto Dolores once again, grabbed her hand, and fired two shots at himself.

"Ah!"

"Somebody's been killed!"

Sampson looked at Dolores while smiling, and as he could no longer stand, he then fell down with a bang. Bright red blood spread to the ground.

Dolores still hadn't recovered from the sound of the gunshot just now, she was trembling with the gun in her hand.

"Sampson Herbert?" After having a good look at the person who fell to the ground, Boyce realized that the situation was bad. Sampson was locked inside with his people watching, so there was no way he could have gotten out. With him being able to get out, it then proved that the people who fished him out wasn't a small deal.

"This isn't good. Armand, bring Dolores out of here quickly."

Boyce was afraid that this might be a conspiracy against Dolores.

Armand agreed. He stepped over Sampson's corpse and grabbed Dolores's hand, "Let's go, Dolores."

Just as Armand was about to drag Dolores and leave, a group of police officers in uniforms poured in at the entrance and surrounded the place.

"Someone called the police to report a shooting here."

The leader of this group of police officers walked out.

Boyce narrowed his eyes, 'It was only a few minutes since the gunshot till now, even if someone had called the police, it was still impossible for them to come so quickly, right?'

If he was still guessing before, then now he was sure that this was a conspiracy against Dolores.

His brain was working fast, 'Sampson Herbert grabbed Dolores's hand and shot himself, what was his purpose for doing that?'

'To frame Dolores for murder?'

Thinking of this possibility, the gun would become the key. Boyce wanted to go over and grab the gun from Dolores's hand to destroy the evidence. However, he was stopped just as he was about to walk over. "Captain Shawn, this is my case. It's not your place to interfere." The other party's attitude was tough, and with their quick response, it was obvious that arrangements were already made early on.

The police captain in charge raised his hand, "Take the suspect back."

Armand stood in front of Dolores, "Which one of you dare to make a move?"

The police captain walked over and confronted Armand, "I'm enforcing the law impartially, what do you think you're doing? You want me to charge you with obstruction of justice?"

Armand wasn't afraid, even if he was charged, he would not let them take Dolores away.

Boyce signaled Armand an eye gesture, there was no way in this situation that they would be able to take Dolores and leave. They could only do it the hard way. He was going to pester these people and let Armand take advantage of the opportunity to bring Dolores out of there.

"Officer Sharp." Boyce knew this person. He was just promoted and was a tough guy.

Now it seemed that he wasn't promoted by chance.

He had someone powerful behind him.

There wasn't anyone in the bureau that didn't know about his relationship with Matthew. Knowing that and he still dared to make a move, it just proved that the presence behind him was very powerful. "This dead one is my prisoner. He escaped from prison and I shot him, what's wrong with that?" Boyce took the matter on himself.00000

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