Desperate Lovers

Chapter 18 Do you Like James that much?

"Sorry to bother your rest."

Angela bowed ninety-degree and remained calm.

What Lyla hated most was the way Angela acted all day. She was just a murderer. How dared she

behave in such a proud manner?

"What's that look on your face?

You're embarrassed to apologize to me?

Do you believe if I’m unhappy, I’ll get you fired as a cleaner?"

"Lyla, don't be so mean!"

Julia shouted.

Lyla continued to stare at Angela as if she hadn't heard her, "I’m talking to you, say something!"

"Sorry to bother your rest."

Angela bent over again. Her short hair hid the look in her eyes, and her voice was still quiet.

Lyla's little tricks were nothing compared to those in prison.

Lyla just wanted to see her angry, and now seeing her not resisting at all, she felt powerless just like

she punched on the cotton.

She gave Angela a hard stare, rolled over, and continued to play with her phone.

Angela took the medicine and lay down. Her stomach hurt so badly that she didn't fall asleep until early Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

morning.

When she got up the next day, she was horribly pale.

Julia said she was going to ask for leave for her, but she refused. The supervisor wouldn't grant her

leave, thanks to James' orders,

She took the medication and muddled her way to the supervisor to check in.

"You're late for a minute!"

The supervisor's finger was about to poke her in the face, “No salary for this month!"

"I'm sorry, I'm feeling a little sick today, I won't next time."

Angela bowed her head to apologize, her wide clothes made her look so petite.

Actually she was 170 cm in height, not petite at all. She was just thin and unhealthy.

A few cleaners came in successively, and they got used to seeing her being scolded. They jokingly

checked in.

"Next time?

Is there a next time for you?"

The supervisor ignored the other cleaners who were late, too. "I have worked here for so many years

and I've never seen an employee with a bad attitude like you!"

Angela bowed her head, "I'm sorry."

"Don't tell me you're sorry. If an apology is so useful, the police will be out of job."

The supervisor pointed at her, with saliva spitting out, "I don't care who you used to be, but you're the

cleaner here now, so you'll do as I say!"

Angela wiped the spittle off her face, "Okay."

"You're a minute late today, so you need to clean one more floor. That’s to say, you need to clean the

fourth and fifth floors, and I'll check later."

The supervisor said.

There were nearly sixteen rooms on each floor of the Dream Club, and the corridor floor, room floor,

walls and toilets all needed cleaning. Usually it was done by two cleaners.

Angela had been cleaning one floor by herself for the past few days, which was already her limit, and

now she had to clean one more floor.

She bit her lips hard and her jaw and back line was taut. Anger filled in her heart and about to burst out

of her chest.

"What, you're not satisfied?"

The supervisor said loudly.

The hands in Angela's sleeve clenched tightly, but her voice was calm, "No."

"No is best, and yes is useless!"

The supervisor looked at the time, "Hurry up and go to work, why are you still standing here?

Wait for me to get you your tools?"

A few employees passed by and laughed.

Angela lowered her head down and went to the workroom to get her cleaning tools and went upstairs to

start working.

"Angela,"

Two cleaners approached, one of them said hesitantly.

"You have to clean the fifth floor, too?"

Angela nodded.

"You need to clean the fourth and fifth floors... all by yourself?"

Another cleaner asked.

“Yes.”

Angela smiled slightly, "You can rest, I'll be fine here."

The two cleaners looked at each other and one of them sighed, "You can't finish cleaning two floors by

yourself, even if you're exhausted!

If you have a problem with the supervisor, go to work somewhere else.

You're so young and pretty, there must be other work for you."

Angela shook her head. If she could leave, she would have done so long ago.

"You..."

The elder cleaner signed and was dragged away by the other.

Angela took the mop and began to mop the floor. Suddenly, a pair of leather shoes appeared in front of

her.

"Lift your feet, please."

The shoes’ owner didn't move.

She looked up and saw Danis' amber eyes.

“Welcome! Be careful of the slippery ground."

Angela took the mop and made her way to the side, not keeping her eyes on him for another second.

Danis looked straight at her, and his eyes were filled with anger.

Angela ignored him and took the mop to the other side and continued mopping the floor.