Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 24

The old man didn't hide his dislike, "Your Dream Club is good in every aspect, but why did you hire a person like this to be an employee?

“Her...”

They pushed the box door and walked inside, blocking their conversation.

Angela heard their talking clearly.

At first, when she heard these comments, she would get angry and frustrated, but after hearing these for so many times, she got used to it.

"This... "

A pair of women's shoes suddenly appeared in front of her, "Take this."

Something was shoved into Angela's hands and she didn't even have a chance to push it away before Raya ran off.

She unfolded her palm and there was a business card.

Raya.

Sailing Law Firm.

Dream Club, General Manager's Office.

James sat on the couch, his long, straight legs folding over each other.

The sunlight fell on him through the window, and the white shirt collar made a halo around his neck, adding e a sense of mystery.

Gabriela skillfully made the tea and brought it to him.

The corners of her eyes were upturned, languid and sexy mixed with a bit of caution, "I'm a bit confused about you and Jessica."

James turned around to look at her, taking a sip of his tea.

"If you care about her, I don't usually see you giving her any favors."

Gabriela paused, seeing that he wasn't angry, she said slowly.

"But to say you don't care about her, it's been two years since Angela hit Jessica, and you're still sticking up for her."

The tea had a strong and refreshing flavour.

James blew on his tea and took a few sips. His posture was elegant and reserved.

Just when Gabriela thought he wouldn't open his mouth, he suddenly retorted.

"Who says I'm sticking up for Jessica?"

"Doesn't it?"

The tip of Gabriela's eyebrows flicked up, and there was an obvious confusion in her magnificent features.

But this time there was no response.

James put down his tea and his dark eyes fell on her, "You got nothing else to do?"

"How could I? This was a big clubhouse. If you hadn't come, I wouldn't even have time to drink water."

With a coquettish smile, Gabriela picked up his teacup and refilled it, changing the subject, "Julia visits me today."

James took the cup, his bony fingers mingling with the pale blue of the teacup in a way that was unspeakably beautiful.

James looked at his hands, however, Angela's bleeding hands suddenly flashed through his mind. He furrowed.

"She said Angela had a stomachache last night and her knees were all bruised. However, she still work ten hours a day and she was afraid Angela's body couldn't stand it."

Gabriela sat on the other side of the couch, clinging to it like a cat, "I don't want to cause trouble, and I am thinking that I'd cut down the workload for Angela, what do you think?"

"If you have to ask me about such a trivial thing, you are no longer qualified as the general manager of the Dream Club."

James was irritated for no reason.

He raised his hand, loosened his tie, stood up and walked out.

Almost to the door, he stopped and snarled.

"Send her some medicine, she doesn't deserve to die."

He walked out after saying this.

Gabriela's glistening peach blossom eyes flashed with amusemen. Well, was it because she didn’t deserve to die or was he reluctant to let her die?

In Staff Canteen.

When Angela hurried back to her dorm, changed her clothes and have lunch, her fifteen-minute lunch break was over.

She didn't even have time to rest.

She rubbed her legs, which were severely aching, and muddled her way out with her cleaning tools.

When she almost finished her words, Angela kicked her on the knees.

She stumbled, directly kneeing in front of Angela.

The mop fell to the floor as well.

Timothy lifted a face covered with dirty water and was about to break into a rant when she met Angela's eyes, dark and fierce, like a engraged beast.

All the words stuck in her throat, she somehow got goosebumps on her body, and felt chill in her back.

But when she looked closer, Angela was still calm as usuall, as if it had just been her illusion.

"Don't forget, I'm a bad person."

Angela picked up the mop, didn't even look at her, and left the canteen.

She stood outside the door and didn't leave immediately.

After a few moments, a sob erupted in the quiet canteen, and there were people who were mocking about Timothy being attacked by the mop.

"I didn't dare to say anything when I saw that fierce look just now!"

"It's better to stay away from her in the future, who knows when she'll... "

"Gabriela really made a mistake. Why did she hire this kind of people?

Scary as hell, I'll have to bring an electric baton with me when I come to work!"

"But Timothy deserves it, neither of them are good."

"I found it quite refreshing to see Angela mopping her face, and Timothy always makes fun of me."

Timothy's face shifted back and forth between green, red, and white, a little more exciting than a color palette.

She held the ground and stood up wretchedly, gnashing her teeth.

She would get her revenge sooner or later!

At the door, Angela smiled when hearing their discussion,.Her smile was both sacrastic and bitter.

She would never be able to get rid of the label as a criminal. Even if she was forced to fight back, she would still be regarded as the evil.

She seemed to be a filthy thing everyone shunned......