Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 134

"Don't worry about it, except for ......"

Luna wanted to say James, but glancing at Denise beside her, she swallowed the name that had reached her mouth, "The ones who plotted against you, your brother and I can't let go of any of them."

She reassured Angela and hurriedly went after Greyson.

Julia walked over and closed the door. Before standing restrainedly to the side, she sneaked a glance towards Angela or Denise every now and then.

"You've had a hard time getting wet and tossing about with me all night, thank you."

Angela said to Julia.

"Go back and rest, don’t make yourself sick." Julia was really too tired. Since Angela was out of danger now, she didn't push it any further and went back.

Denise looked at Angela with caring and guilt, "Hungry?

Do you want something to eat?"

"No need for that, auntie." Angela said, "I'm not hungry."

Denise sighed, intending to say something but said nothing.

"What James did is none of your business, and you don't have to feel ashamed or anything because of those things."

Angela's voice was soft, and after saying this, she covered her mouth and coughed.

Seeing this, Denise's face changed greatly, she pulled her hand and asked,

“Are you okay? Is it a recurrence of pulmonary edema? I'll get the doctor!"

She spoke sharply and flustered, and stood up immediately when she finished.

“It is not necessary."

Angela took her arm, rubbed the throat of herself, and said faintly.

"It's just a little tickle in my throat, not a recurrence of pulmonary edema."

Only then did the blood return to Denise's face. She sat down and opened her mouth several times before asking, "When did you get pulmonary edema? Why didn’t I hear of it?"

"I caught it in prison. Don't worry, it won't kill me." Angela spoke in an indifferent voice.

But the more indifferent she was, the more uncomfortable Denise's heart became, "Angela-"

There was only a word, but nothing more.

"Didn't I tell you that what Mr. James did was none of your business?" Angela looked at her and laughed. "James is your son, so even if you take his side, I can understand."

She paused for a moment and said with a slight bitterness and sarcasm.

"Besides, you've done a lot, more than what Lorenzo or his wife has done for me."

Denise sighed and comforted her, "Don't be too sad. Your mother is just used to listening to your father. In fact, she still takes you as her daughter in her heart."

“Well.” Angela sneered, "So what if she has me as her daughter in her heart, as long as Boss Lorenzo is around for a day, she will unconditionally stand on his side."

She licked her dry lips and added the second half of her sentence, "Even if Boss Lorenzo wants me dead."

VIP ward was very spacious, but Denise at this time was like being in a small cage less than one meter long, wide and high, cramped, and depressing.

She opened her mouth and tried to say something, but didn't know what to say.

"Auntie, please go back and rest. I want to rest for a while too."

Angela broke the silence as she moved her arms and murmured.

"Too tired......" Denise felt that the cage confined her got smaller again, and she couldn't even move now, "Huh? OK, then take your rest."

She didn't even know what expression she left the ward with.

"Madam, let the youngsters toss themselves about, don't worry about them." After exiting the ward, the maid advised.

Didn't you used to fucking follow my sister around and lick her like a pug?

Now that the master has lost his power, you dare to come and step on her face?!"

"Greyson ......" Janet was caught off guard with feet off the ground, her face was white with fear, "I'm a ...... woman ......"

Almost the moment her last word landed on the ground, Greyson threw her to the ground with a thud and his foot on her stomach, "What's wrong with being a woman?

When I want to hit someone, I never look at whether that person is a man or a woman!"

A few women who had just been grimacing didn't dare to make a sound.

Greyson grunted coldly at Janet, who was about to pee in fear, spat on the ground and said impatiently towards the receptionist.

"Where are your new supervisor and the one called Timothy? Tell them both to get the hell out of there!"

Janet lamely climbed up and got into the crowd when Greyson did not pay much attention to her.

She straightened her back again, only this time her voice was much lower, "Do you really think this is your Chante family? Just wait for Mr. James to clean you up, huh?"

"Miss Janet, if you can talk about people behind their backs, you can say it to Greyson's face."

Someone beside her laughed at her. Janet mumbled a few words, her voice was so small that no one else could hearit at all, and she headed upstairs.

Staff at the Dream Club’s reception desk had been so hard that people watching thought they wouldn't pay attention to Greyson who had come looking for trouble.

But they did not expect that the chief inside the front desk stood out and respectfully said to Greyson, “We have sent someone to inform George and Timothy, please wait for a moment."

After saying that, she pointed at the large vase that Greyson was about to kick and said

"It's a Qing Dynasty vase that just came up for restocking, and it's worth a hundred thousand dollars, so it's not worth for you to kick it."

Before Greyson could do anything this time, Luna stepped forward and kicked over the large vase, "It doesn't look good to me." As for the “it”, whether it refered to the vase, the receptionsit at front desk, the people watching or James, it depended entirely on one’s interpretation.