Desperate Lovers

Chapter 218 What was James doing here?

Angela’s pupils shriveled, and her breath hurried, her back was soaked wet by cold sweat in a few

seconds.

Through the door crack, she saw Danis withdrew his hands, while James stood half a meter away from

him.

James seemed to perceive her gaze and turned to her direction. She subconsciously lowered her head

and avoided his gaze.

The elevator door eventually closed, yet her heart rate didn’t come down. If James really sensed there

was something wrong, and tried to stop her before she left, was there any chance left in the future for

her to leave?

Danis hated her for being a mistress, and he had a long-term feud with James, so he was unlikely to

gossip. However, she was not sure how likely that might be.

She licked her dry lips. The color drained from her face, and the layer of sweat on her nose got thicker.

The elevator arrived at the first floor. She clenched her purse, and walked towards the hotel door as

quickly as possible.

The entrance was occupied by luxury cars. If there was a black SUV, it would be obvious. But she

looked for it several times and couldn't find the target. She frowned and took a look at the elevator. The

door just opened and people filed out of it. She flurried to hide, and James was not one of those

people.

She was sightly relieved but felt perturbed still. She found an inconspicuous place, and dialed that

number with shaking hands, “I can’t find your car at the entrance.”

"We were late. It's full. Come to B2." said the man over there.

She hung up the phone in a hurry and got into the elevator. However, when she got off, she saw

James, and he was standing in front of a black SUV and saying something.

She gasped at the sight of him. She hid behind a car, but her eyelashes were shaking out of tension.

What was going on? What was James doing here?

Did Danis say something to him and he got suspicious? Or was it because of something that she did

that gave her away?

She took a secret glance and drew back quickly, but he hadn’t left yet.

What worried her most was what he was saying to those guys who were supposed to pick her up? Did

he find out what she had stipulated with Lawson?

"Excuse me, Miss. I'm going to start my car. I don’t want you to get hurt." The car owner which Angela

used as a cover lowered his window, he said to Angela, who was squatting behind his car all this time.

There were not many people in the underground garage at the moment. The owner's words, which

were not loud, yet were very abrupt and clear.

She didn't answer, but looked in the direction of James. He was looking around. She didn't know

whether he was looking for her or just looking around. If she stood up, even if he didn't see her face, he

would recognize her from her clothes.

And if he found her, whether he knew that she was leaving today, she would not be able to leave.

"Miss?" Seeing that Angela didn't move for a long time and didn't make a sound, the owner of the car This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

asked again.

She smacked her dry lips, frowned and said, "My husband and other women are in the garage too. Can

I hide in your car for a while?"

"Oh, yes." The owner said, "But I'll go back to the company for a meeting later. I may not be able to

help you for long."

She nodded and thanked him with a low voice, “Thank you, sir. I just need five to ten minutes. It won’t

take you too long.”

If James didn’t left by then, she had no solutions. She secretly glanced at him. Seeing that he had

stopped looking around, she was relieved.

He lowered his head and said a few words to the people in the black SUV, took a kraft bag from the

people inside, and then walked towards the elevator.

Angela squatted and did not move until the elevator arrived. After James got on, she stood up.

Unfortunately, a man got out of the car. He waved his hands and asked James to wait for a moment.

He ran to the elevator impatiently, and pressed the button several times, and the elevator door that had

just closed reopened.

She held her breath and flashed to the side, using the car to block her body. She could hear her

heartbeat clearly in the quiet garage, as if her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

After a few minutes, she didn't hear footsteps. Then she cautiously popped her head out. The elevator

door was closed and the floor number had been changed to third.

"You'd better be careful in the future. Don't squat beside the car. You’ll easily get hurt.” said the driver.

She wiped the sweat on her forehead and gave him a smile. "I see. Thank you."

"You're welcome." The owner closed the window, started the car and left.

She saw the black SUV in a short distance. She stopped and frowned, as she didn’t know what James

just said to the people inside the car.

She hesitated for a moment and went to the car. But before she got close, the car started and left. She

yelled but it didn’t stop.

"How come?" she saw the car disappear in her sight and patted on her forehead. She was very

agitated.

There was undoubtedly an agreement with Lawson. How did it end up like this? Was it because James

said something to the people in the car that they changed their mind?

She took out her cell phone and was about to call them. A car horned. She looked in the direction

where the horn came from and saw a black SUV.

"Here, Miss Chante." It lowered its window, a bald guy wearing sunglasses said.

She put her cell phone away in the wallet, and then quickly walked towards the car. Someone in the

back got out and opened the door for her.

"Thank you." After she got in, the man who opened the door for her got into too, sat beside her and

slammed the door closed.

It was a seven-seat mini-van, and the driver was the bald guy. There were strong men in suits seating

in the passenger seat and the seats beside Angela. The two seats in the middle were empty.

The SUV was very spacious. Sitting in the middle of two strong men, and looking at the two men in

front of her who were one or two heads higher than her and whose arms were as strong as her legs,

she felt depressed.