Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 234

As the lame show Raylan was putting on, Denise chuckled and started to chat with other members of the Harvey family.

"Why did you say I’d get nothing, Raylan?" James smiled and went on, "Although I used to be the president of the Harvey Group, I didn’t get paid much while working my ass off, and I only hold 3% of the shares. I was working for some parasites…"

"Not exactly." Raylan got uncomfortable hearing the word "parasites" and continued, "Didn’t you tell me before that you didn’t want to give up the position of president?"

James rested his hand on Raylan’s shoulder and patted him. "That’s history, and I’ve figured it out now. If I marry the woman I like, and she gives birth to a baby, I’ll get more shares. Besides, now that I am no long the president, I can collect money without doing anything. How wonderful it is!"

Raylan’s facial expression kept changing, and no one knows what he was thinking about. After that, he said hastily that he had got other things to do and left.

James watched Raylan rushing away, snorted and stopped smiling. Then he pushed open the door and went into Lawson’s ward.

"What are you doing here?" Lawson widened his eyes in anger. "Get out of here!"

After that, Lawson picked up a glass and smashed it toward James.

James caught the glass, smashed it on the floor under Lawson’s gaze, and trampled on the debris.

"What do you mean by doing that? Are you challenging me?!" Lawson was livid.

James raised his head and said flatly, "My position as the president will be taken over tomorrow and there will be a lawyer taking over my 3% shares, right?"

"Are you regretting it now?" Lawson gave a sneer.

James didn’t answer him, but asked, "May I ask whom you’re going to give that 3% shares to, grandpa?"

"It’s not your turn to care about that!" Lawson snorted hard, "Even if you’re regretting it now, it’s useless. When you threatened me with a knife today, you should have thought of the consequence!"

James curled his lips, a hint of mockery in his eyes. "This 3% shares are going to be transferred into Ralphie’s account, while Raylan and the others know nothing of it, right?"

Suddenly, Lawson’s eyes became sharp, but he remained quiet.

"Since you’ve done that, it will be known by others sooner or later," James said.

With those piercing eyes, Lawson asked one word after another, "Did you tell anyone else?"

"Even if I deny it, I’m afraid you won’t believe it." James continued, "However, there are not many smart guys in the Harvey family, nor is there any idiot either. They will guess the answer without me telling them."

Lawson rose to his feet from the sickbed, took up the teapot and flung it in James’ direction. The teapot was made of silver, so it wasn’t smashed into pieces when hitting the floor. Clanking, it rolled a while on the floor, and the steaming hot water went all over the floor.

James dodged it as quickly as possible, but there was still a few drips splashed on the back of his hand, which turned red instantly.

It felt hot, but James didn’t even look at it.

"Since you enjoy smashing things so much, grandpa, how about I ask the hospital to offer more cups and teapots to you?" James asked.

Lawson coughed violently, his hand covering his lips, and faintly, blood oozed through his fingers.

Lawson pointed at the door and roared to James in rage, "Get out! Even if you regret it, it’s useless. When I die, you’ll get nothing from me!"

"I’ve never said that I regret it. I’m here only to tell you that I want to break my engagement with Jessica. As for how to explain the situation to the Smith family, please take care of it yourself," James said.

Lawson glared at James as if his eyeballs were about to pop out. He didn’t speak for a while out of anger.

James smiled at Lawson, turned to walk out and closed the door.

Denise’s fingers began to tremble, and so did her voice, "Your grandpa has taken away everything from you?"

James nodded, and his facial expression remained unchanged.

"Are you aware of your grandpa’s current physical condition?!" Denise got a little emotional.

"I am," answered James, "Terminal lung cancer. He won’t last long."

Denise kept her voice low-pitched and questioned, "In that case, why did you threaten him with a knife? Do you know you’ll get nothing after doing that!"

"I know what I’m doing. Please don’t worry about me, mom," James comforted her.

"You’re my son, and how can I not worry about you?" The look on Denise’s face became complicated. "If you want to do anything, wait until your grandpa passes away…"

James interrupted Denise directly, "I can wait no more. Grandpa wanted to send Angela to Eastshore Prison. If he doesn’t take up the matter himself, no one can take Angela out."

The pictures of the crossed scars all over Angela’s body, and the veins standing out on the back of her hand flashed across his mind, but his tone didn’t fluctuate severely, "I can’t let her suffer in that kind of place again."

One could tell Denise was torn from her face. She said after a long pause "But it’s your future, you…"

"I know what I’m doing." James didn’t want to talk over this issue anymore.

Denise let out a sigh.

Two years ago, she failed to stop James from breaking Angela’s leg, while two years later, she failed to stop James from giving up his future for Angela…

"Then have you made up your mind?" Denise asked, "If you have nothing, are you sure you’ll be able to protect Angela? Even if you want to protect yourself, it’ll be… hard."