Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 68

Only after he left did Angela endure the pain in her leg and get out of the hospital bed. She changed into her own clothes and took a taxi to The Harvey Group.

Even if her Mom and Dad was in the police station, the police still wouldn't let anyone go because of James. She had to find him.

It was now 600 p.m., and it would be almost 6:40 p.m when she arrived there. James was a workaholic, he should still be int the company by then.

When Angela arrived at the Harvey Group, she was stopped by the receptionist before she entered. The man told her, "Sorry, that's the president's exclusive elevator, you’ll have to take another one."

When Angela looked back, the staff realized that she was Angela. The whole company had known the woman since two years ago. For a moment, the man was stunned, looking a little embarrassed.

"I'm looking for Mr. Harvey, please do me a favor?"

Everyone in the Harvey Group knew who Angela was. She used to go straight to the president's elevator when she arrived, so she got used to it and did it again this time.

The staff member smiled sardonically.

"Do you have an appointment?"

"No."

Seeing her red and swollen face mirrored in the staff’s pupils, Angela minced her lips and covered her red face with her hair.

"Then you shall not pass."

The staff cleared his throat and continued, "Why don't you make an appointment with Mr. Harvey first and come back tomorrow?"

He was just being polite. All employees of the Harvey Group knew how the relationship between James and Angela was getting ugly because of Jessica.

Angela clutched the corner of her coat, she knew she would have a hard time while meeting with James, but she hadn't expected it to be so difficult just to get to him.

She loosened the corner of her shirt and pleaded, "Could you please tell Mr. Harvey that I'm here?"

The man had a polite smile on his face, but the resistance in his eyes gave him away.

Mr. Harvey and Angela’s relationship was getting so ugly. He would definitely be screwed if he called Mr. Harvey for her.

"Please."

Angela pleaded.

"...Well, then wait here for a moment. I’ll go and inform the Secretary’s office."

The man said and headed for the front desk. He constantly looked back in case she would enter her password to get on the elevator.

However, Angela didn’t have that intention at all. Even if she got on the elevator, she would be taken back by the security, and that would displease James. So she might as well wait here and play no tricks.

"Mr. Harvey said yes."

The receptionist walked over. It seemed that he couldn’t believe what he just heard.

Angela had been preparing for the worst. The good news was a surprise to her. She froze for a moment and then nodded. Then she entered the code.

The entire panel turned red, indicating that the password was wrong.

She opened her eyes widely. The red panel made her felt her heart was stung by a bee. She felt painful and numb.

She wondered James changed the code just to block her?

"Please allow me."

The scene was a little awkward, the receptionist smiled and stepped forward. He entered the password and then stepping aside. "Please."

“Thanks.” Angela said.

Angela pursed her lips and got on the elevator. Later it stopped at the thirty-sixth floor, the president's office.

Inside the office, James sat on his chair in a white shirt, his sleeves slightly pulled up, revealing the nice lines of his forearms.

He was lowering his head down, reading a report in his hand.

And a middle-aged man in a suit was standing at his desk. He was reporting something, and the he stopped when he saw Angela enter.

"Go on."

He said “come in” to Angela when she’s at the door, but that was all. Now he didn't even look at her.

Angela's leg hurt so much that she could hardly hold it up, but she wouldn't dare to sit unless he told her to.

In fact, this time, she wouldn’t dare to sit even if he told her to.

She pinched the corner of her shirt and moved slowly to the corner. Then she leaned against the wall so she could avoid the embarrassment of falling on the ground.

"You were nearly an hour and forty minutes late for this afternoon's meeting, and the FH side was very upset.

Angela kept clutching the corner of his shirt and releasing it. Then she hobbled over to his desk regardless of the pain. Now she was standing less than one meter away from her.

The faint scent of men's perfume enveloped her. Every cell in her body was tensed. Her hands were both sweaty now.

"Sit."

James poured a cup of tea and took a sip.

Angela quickly skimmed him and lowered down her head again. She couldn’t move any further; she felt as if her feet had been glued to the floor.

She failed to read what was in the man’s mind, which was more than frightening to her.

"Do you need me to help you to sit?"

James put down his teacup, and his eyes swept over her injured right leg. Then his finger tapped a few times on the table.

Angela secretly wiped her sweat palms on her shirt and said in a low voice,

“I dare not."

She slowly moved and sat down on the edge of the sofa.

"Every day, you come with a new injury. Is that some of kind of hobby to you?"

James stood up. He circled around her and then bent over. Then he felt the wounds with his finger and asked, “When did you get this?”

His touch gave Angela goosebumps. She straightened her back and answered, "I fell by accident."

“What?”

James lifted her chin and looked into her eyes.

Angela clenched her fist and lowered her eyes to avoid eye contact. Then she told the truth, "My father hit me."

"Your family have kept surprising me for all these years."

James let go of her and stood up straight. His face looked complicated.

Angela was so embarrassed. She wanted to leave right away, but she had to stay here. She pleaded, "Mr. Harvey, you can punish me however you want, but can you please spare my brother?"