Desperate Lovers

Chapter 33 Will He Let Her Go?

Timothy wanted to say something more, but when she saw Angela gaze at her, her eyes flashed with

scruples. She swallowed all her words, grunting.

Julia did not draw her eyelines well. She removed and drew it again, asking as she did so.

"Angela, have you had dinner yet?”

If you haven't, I'll order more in my take-out."

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Angela found her locker and went through a clean set of uniform.

"Why did you just ask her but not me about dinner?"

Timothy, with her right elbow supporting her on the bed, shouted with her figure reclining.

"I didn't eat either, just order me the same one as your order, I'm not picky about food."

"I do not care. Order what you want for yourself, I don't have the extra money to buy you a meal."

Julia started to wear some lipstick, then she wiped the extra lipstick on her lips with a cotton swab.

Timothy’s face turned red out of furor, she sat up and said loudly.

"Julia, we've both known each other for so many years, and you're buying dinner for a murderer you've

only known for less than a month and not for me?"

Hearing the word ‘murderer’, Angela stopped changing her clothes for a while, then proceeded to

fasten her buttons.

“Whenever I buy a meal for Angela, she pay for it.

How about you give me the money for the food I bought you before, and then I'll buy it for you?"

Julia said.

Timothy cursed a swear word. "You bitch is so mean! Just a meal, I dont’t care."

Angela and Julia did not answer her any more.

When the take-out came, they ate together and went to work.

"Angela, there's a lady at the door looking for you."

A colleague came over, spoke to Angela shiveringly, and hurried away without waiting for Angela to ask

who that lady was, as if she was afraid of Angela - a murderer.

Angela went to the door after putting her cleaning tools in the workroom, only to find that the baby-

faced lawyer was looking for her.

"I'm sorry I come to you after such a long time."

Raya blushed and said guiltily.

Angela couldn't figure out why she looked for her, “What is the matter?”

"Let's talk somewhere else."

Raya watched the people coming and going, she pulled Angela out of the Dream Club and found a

relatively secluded spot.

"I'm really sorry."

Raya held her hands together, "I've told my master and my father about you, but my master doesn't

want to get involved in this.

I begged my dad for help, and he ended up telling me he couldn't help."

"It's Okay, thank you."

Angela hadn't expected a stranger to be so caring for her, and she paused for a moment before

showing her gratitude.

she thought that her family chose to avoid seeing her without even the most basic efforts when they

heard that she had pissed James off.

In contrast, her familes and relatives were really apathetic and indifferent.

Seeing this, Raya was anxious, "Why aren't you anxious at all?

Let me tell ou, my dad is the new secretary of the municipal party committee, a high-level official.

If he can't help, no one else can. Who have you pissed off?"

"Thank you for being willing to help me."

Angela bowed and said.

"You'd better stay away from me for your own good."

She just didn't realize that her dad was the secretary of the municipal party committee, a high-level

official. She did not realize that James didn’t let her go even if the high-level official asked for it.

The reason why Raya studying laws was to get rid of the violence. She did not anticipate that the first

case made her so frustrated. she paused for a very long time, and said, blushing.

"Sorry."

"You've already helped me so much, I should be thanking you."

Angela curled her lips.

"Don't thank me! I did nothing for you."

Raya said discouragingly.

"Think about how you're going to please the one you'vepissed off, it won't help unless he himself was

to let you go."

Angela saw Raya off and went to the workroom to get her cleaning tools for her work. But Raya’s

words just hovered in her mind.

"Think about how you're going to please that guy you pissed off, it won't help unless he himself was to

let you go."

If she pleases James, will he really leave her alone?

"Angela, a bottle of wine is broken in Room 3420, go and clean it up."

A colleague came over and said.

Angela answered "yes", put away those messy thoughts, and made her way to Room 3420.

Unfortunately, both her Dad and James were here, along with a couple of middle-aged men in suits.

James sat in the very middle.

Men in the room were laughing and talking to James when she arrived, but James just nodded

occasionally, as if he was keeping a certain distance from them.

When he saw her come in, he only glanced at her and withdrew his gaze as if he had just seen a

stranger.

And Lorenzo, holding a glass of wine, frowned when he saw Angela's outfit and the cleaning tools in

her hands, and his elegantly handsome face tinged with embarrassment.

"Could we get someone else to clean up."

It was a little awkward, so one man suggested.

Two or three of them immediately chimed in, saying that Angela should get out and ask someone else

to clean up here.

But there were a few people watching aside, who were happy to see Lorenzo's embarrassment.

Angela didn't want to stay here and offen her dad either. This feeling was hard to digest.

She grabbed her cleaning tools and was ready to go out, "Please wait for a moment then."

“Wait!”|

Lorenzo took a glance at James beside him and called out to Angela, "You just clean it up."

"Is this not OK?

Let's get someone else."

One of them said.

"There's nothing wrong with it."

Lorenzo's gaze stopped on Angela for a few seconds as if he'd seen something dirty. He then quickly

wrought his eyebrows and moved his eyes away, "I've severed my father-daughter relationship with

her, what she does has nothing to do with me."

The middle-aged man who had suggested the change felt sympathetic for Angela. He just smiled

awkwardly and kept silent.

It was said that Mr Lorenzo Chante was a nice man, as he donated much money to charity every year.

But this great man was so cruel to his own daughter.

Angela was stiffened, her hands held the cleaning tools so tightly that her fingertips became pale.

She looked at Lorenzo, chills spreading all over her body.

Her Dad's doing this to estrange himself from her, so James wouldn’t get the wrong idea to blame her,

right?

His Dad was afraid that she would get the Chante Group into trouble?

"Hurry up and clean it up."

Seeing that she didn't take actions for a very long time, Lorenzo looked more awkward.

Angela bowed her head in response and took the rag to clean up the spilled wine on the table and floor,

as nimble as ever. Only she knew what she was feeling.

Seeing her in the oversized uniform, James became agitated.

He took out a cigarette and lit it between two fingers. Others were unable to see his facial expression in

the smoke.

"It's done. Enjoy your night."

Without another glance at anyone, Angela said ritually, taking her cleaning tools and headed toward the

door.

The door opened just a little and closed again, and the smell of smoke in the room grew heavier. The

atmosphere was oppressive soon.