Desperate Lovers

Chapter 272 It’s too Expensive. I don’t Want It

Since Gabriela kept pressing her ample bosom against her, Angela felt uncomfortable all over, so she

could only move over to James. James could feel Angela’s body temperature through clothing. He

swallowed, and drank off the tea in the cup, but his thirst wasn’t reduced at all.

Angela didn’t notice his unusual behavior. She pursed her lips and wanted to say something, but simply

opened her mouth without saying anything.

"Make sure that Mr. Sutton and the other directors won’t change their mind." James got up to grab

Angela’s hand. "As for my aunts and uncle, I’ll deal with them."

Gabriela leered at James and tucked the hair behind her ear. "Rest assured. A cruel and cold-blooded

capitalist like him who only values his interests won’t give up on a fat sheep like you for a quail."

Gabriela walked up to the cabinet, took out the tea she had just got and put it in front of James.

"It’s too expensive. I don’t want it," James said briefly after glancing at it.

"…" Gabriela stuffed the tea in James’ arms pettishly. "It’s free!"

After that, she looked back at Angela and said seriously, "It’d be better for you to take my suggestion

into consideration."

Just when Angela was about to answer her, James beat her to it and said, "Mind you own business.

We’re leaving."

Hardly had he finished his words than he left with Angela.

Staring at the empty doorway, Gabriela got so angry that she wished she could get her tea back!

Angela was pulled downstairs by James. When she got into the car, she finally made up her mind. "I

want to go back to the Chante house."

To be exact, not back to the Chante house, but back to the Chante Group.

No matter Lawson, James or Jessica, they were able to manipulate Angela’s life not only because of

Angela’s stupidity, but also because of their much stronger background.

The Chante Group was no match for the Harvey Group, and was also not as powerful as the Smith

Group. If Angela became the one in charge of the Chante Group, or helped her brother become the

one in charge of the Chante Group, they had to think it over before trying to manipulate her again.

"Forget about what Gabriela told you." James started the car and frowned inconspicuously, his voice

slightly cold.

"There’s nothing wrong with Gabriela’s suggestion," Angela said flatly, "I can’t just count on you."

James stopped the engine, turned to look at her and said slowly, "I disagree."

"Why?" Angela asked with a frown.

James avoided her gaze. "Your leg injury will heal up in a while, and you can just go back to college to

continue your studies then. Which college do you want to get into? The original one?"

"Even if you don’t keep an eye on me, I can’t run away. Just like what you said, with the existence of

your grandfather, my dad, Jessica and the others, I can’t run away even if I want to."

"Besides, you always say that you’ll protect me, but can you really?"

"If you really could, you wouldn’t have been threatened when that car accident happened two years

ago, and you wouldn’t have had to threaten your grandfather with a knife to stop him from sending me

to prison this time, would you?" Angela asked.

James didn’t make a sound, but one could tell from his facial expression that he didn’t agree with

Angela.

"I couldn’t accept you in the past because I hated you, but I can’t accept you now because I’m afraid if I

fall in love with you again, I won’t have the ability to fight back when you change your heart or

misunderstand me, just like what happened two years ago."

"But if I really made some achievements in the Chante Group and had something backing me up,

maybe… I wouldn’t be afraid anymore." When Angela said the last sentence, she fluttered her butterfly-

wing like eyelashes unnaturally.

James stared at her, and his profound gaze was like a vortex, as if it was going to draw her into the

abyss.

Just a brief eye contact made Angela uneasy. Then she tilted her head to avoid his gaze.

"Are you telling the truth?" James took her face in his hands, forcing Angela to look him in the eye.

He looked as usual, but Angela could feel that his hands were trembling slightly. At this moment, she

couldn’t tell how she felt.

When she had wanted to strangle him, he hadn’t even struggled, but now, he was actually… afraid?

"Answer me, are you telling the truth?" James asked again, but this time, his voice was shaking a little

towards the end.

Angela threw away his hands, grunted lightly and fastened the safety belt.

"I’ll keep what you said today in mind." James started the engine and stepped on the gas. "You’d better

not fool me."

Angela turned to look outside the window. "What if I did?"

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This time, the two of them didn’t go back to the Harvey Group, but went shopping in the supermarket.

Since they were still on the top trending search, many people were talking about them. Some

enthusiastic middle-aged women even came over to comfort Angela, telling her to think positively since

the dark days had already passed.

When the two of them went out of the supermarket, apart from the things they bought, they also got a

bunch of spring onions sent by an elder man, a heating pad sent by a high school girl, as well as a pair

of presbyopic glasses sent by a granny—

"Kid, although you’re young, your vision is not even as good as mine. Take my glasses, and see people

clearly in the future!"

These were the granny’s exact words.

Angela wasn’t used to the enthusiasm from strangers, so she declined most of them, but failed to turn

down these three, so she kept their gifts reluctantly.

When the two of them returned to Bamboo Estate, a Land Rover was already parked outside the villa.

Looking at the familiar license plate number, Angela began to turn pale.

"Don’t get nervous." James turned to face her and fixed her hair. "If you don’t know what to say, don’t

say anything, and leave everything to me."

Hardly had James finished his words than a baldheaded man walked outside. He sized up the two of

them and said, poker-faced, "Come in please."

After that, he gestured to them to come in.

Angela puckered her lips, and went into the villa with James.

Lawson was sitting in the living room in a domineering manner. Probably because of the aggravation of

the condition, he didn’t look well, and there was a trace of depression on his old face.

Seeing the two of them entering, Lawson gave a heavy snort and said sarcastically, "What a great job

you two have done!"

Angela lowered her head and looked down, saying nothing.

"Now I don’t hold any shares, nor am I the president of the Harvey Group anymore, and I’m

investigated by the police for economic crime, so basically anyone can just tread on the neck of mine,"

James said, "I wonder what great job I have done."

Crash!

Lawson stood up, grabbed a cup, and swung it at James savagely.

James tilted his head and dodged the cup, which was smashed into pieces against the floor.

"How dare you dodge it?!" said Lawson with a sullen face.

James wiped away the water splashed on his suit. "I used to let you hit and swear at me, just because I

was afraid that you would take away the shares from me, or dismiss me from the post of president.

Now, not only have you done both, but you’ve also done something to the account book and asked the

police to investigate me. Since I’ve got nothing now, why wouldn’t I dare do that?"

James looked up at Lawson and gave a faint smile. "Isn’t that so, grandpa?"