Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 298

Lorenzo froze and dumbfounded. His expression changed and he did not say a word.

"Since you are not afraid of the press, I believe that someone like Angela who has been maligned will not be afraid. What do you think?" James asked casually.

"..." Lorenzo coughed dryly, "Angela is only twenty years old, and has never been in touch with or learned company management before. If she parachutes directly into the president, I'm afraid it will cause dissatisfaction."

James looked at him with a faint smile on his face and did not make a sound.

Lorenzo looked down and ate, avoiding his gaze, "I also parachuted back then. But after all, my major in university was related to this and I graduated with honors."

"Besides, Greyson is only a manager now. If I directly make Angela the president, I'm afraid that Greyson will also be discontented."

Greyson heavily put his chopsticks down and stood up.

"Why don't you eat? What are you doing?" Lorenzo frowned.

Greyson propped his hands on the table and twisted his head to look at him, leaning forward slightly, "If you don't want Angela to be president, just say no. Don't use me as a fucking excuse!"

Lorenzo was furious, "You..."

"Even if you give the entire Chante Group and the Chante family to Angela, I won't have any objection!" Greyson snorted and sat down again, "I don't have to do anything and can be supported by my sister. Many people will envy me!"

Lorenzo pulled a wry face, as interesting as a tipped palette.

Angela ate with an indifferent face. Even if Greyson did not object, her father would not let her be the president. Sure enough...

"The Chante family holds most of the shares of the Chante Group. But it does not completely belong to the Chante family..." Lorenzo glanced at James, "It's also the brainchild of your mother's parents. There are other shareholders. I have to be responsible for them!"

James offered Angela some food, as if he hadn't heard Lorenzo's words.

"Thank you, but that is enough. I can't finish it." Angela looked at the dishes filled with her bowl, and paused for a moment with her hand holding the chopsticks.

Seeing that James was silent, Lorenzo was a little anxious, "James, I'm sorry. I can't promise you this. If you are unhappy with what Elva has done and have to do something, then I... I can only accept it."

"Why are you so nervous?" James chuckled, grabbed Angela's hand, and played it, "I didn't have intended to let Angela be the president. You just said it yourself."

Lorenzo was confused, "So what do you want?"

"I want to know if you would agree to let Angela take any position other than the president." James asked.

Lorenzo pondered for a while, worried that any further refusal would annoy James.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Yes! Even if she is not competent, I can have someone teach her!"

"Okay, then it's a deal." James made a final decision, "Let Angela be the CFO assistant for one year, and then be the CFO. You don't have to have someone teach her. I will teach her myself."

Finance was the key position of a company. Lorenzo was reluctant, but finally didn't say anything and agreed with James to let Angela go to work the day after tomorrow.

After dinner, James went to work and Angela saw him off as he wanted.

"Wait!" Lorenzo panted and came after him, "Angela, your mother prepared some clothes for you. Go see if you like them."

James straightened his tie, "It's not too late for her to go see them after I leave."

Lorenzo glanced at Angela. His expression changed, and he finally chose to speak directly, "James, you said last night that Lawson Harvey has commented on me. What did he say about me?"

When Angela returned to the villa, Luna came downstairs with her two children. She spoke to Luna about the professional book, and Luna readily agreed.

"Mom is in your room and seems not be in a very good mood. Why don't you go and look at it?" Luna suggested.

Angela frowned slightly, nodded, and went upstairs.

The door to the room was half open. Elva was sitting on the bed with her back to the door, holding a blue dolphin plush toy that Angela used to love, motionless. No one knew what she was thinking about.

"Mom..." Angela walked in and called out.

Elva was startled and stood up, throwing the dolphin onto the bed. She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and explained hastily, "Angela, I just sat here for a while and hugged your toys. I didn't touch other things. Don't get mad."

"...I didn't get mad." Angela glanced at the dolphin on the bed, "I no longer like it. If you like it, you can take it away."

Hearing this, Elva instantly turned pale, "Is it because I hugged it and you don't like it anymore? I'll wash it and return to you later, or I'll buy you another one just like it. Please don't get angry!"

While Elva said those words, tears had spread on her face.

"I didn't get angry." Angela looked at the tears on her face and felt upset, "It's just that I'm grown up now and don't like this kind of plush toys anymore."

Elva wiped her tears and choked, "Other people still think of themselves as children when they're twenty while you think of yourself as an adult now... If I had believed you two years ago, you wouldn't have gone to jail and been forced to grow up. It's all my fault!"

After saying that, she stood up suddenly and knelt on the ground, "Angela, it's all my fault..."

"Mom..." Angela's pupils were dilated. She hurriedly reached out to help Elva.

Elva shook her head and choked so much that she couldn't say a word. She just knelt on the ground. Angela frowned and knelt face to face with her.