Desperate Lovers

Chapter 219 You Will Know Upon Arrival.

Angela suddenly recalled her life in prison, where many women were not so tall, but looked like this.

When they let prisoners out for exercise, they would meet with the male prisoners, and many of them

had the same physique.

She licked her dry lips and drove those memories in prison out of her mind. Her fingers trembled a little

when thinking about the prison.

"May I ask where Lawson wants you to send me?" asked Angela.

The bald guy answered, “You will know when you get there.”

There was a shiver in her right eyelid, and she felt uneasy. "My brother and sister-in-law are worried. I

want to tell them first."

"Greyson is not the one who can hide secrets. If you tell him, what if he spills the beans to James? You

will not be able to leave." said the bald guy.

Her hands clenched the corner of her clothes, and sweat oozed out of her palm. "Then I won’t tell my

brother. I’ll just tell my sister-in-law so that they can rest assured."

“We were told not to tell you until you get there. Please don’t embarrass us.” The man in the passenger

seat said.

Angela said yes, but her emotion sank completely. If Lawson really just wanted to send her to other

places, why would they keep the destination from her?

She was afraid that she was too naive. She swallowed and quietly took out her mobile phone which

was locked. Before she could unlock, a hand took her phone away.

Her jaw was slightly strained, and she turned to the strong man beside her. "What do you mean, sir?"

"Nothing." The man opened the window and threw her phone out, and then closed the window.

She saw her phone falling in the middle of the road through the rear window. Then a car came at a high

speed and ran over it.

And this scene was like a basin of cold water, pouring her from head to toe, making her feel chilly.

She took out her phone and just wanted to test the attitude of the people in the car. If they asked her

what she was doing, she could say that she just felt bored and wanted to check on her Twitter or to

play games.

But she didn't expect that they would just throw away her phone without asking anything.

"Is Lawson the one who asked you to do this?" She clenched her clothes and asked lightly.

No one responded, as if no one had heard her. She clenched the corner of her clothes with more

strength. She frowned and asked, “Why?”

Lawson asked her to leave James. She agreed. But why did he treat her like this? There was still no

response.

The air in the car seemed to be compressed, and even each breathing began to become difficult.

She swallowed and slowly asked, "My phone was thrown away, now can you tell me where we are

going?"

“You will know when it’s time.” said the bald guy in the driver’s seat.

Her breath became heavier, she said with loathness, “That..."

"You can save it. We are just doing our job. We know nothing except where you are going."

She was interrupted by him. She swallowed her questions and car was quiet.

The car drove smoothly, and the scenery passed quickly. People may feel fidgety and uneasy by the

almost invariable scene.

Angela didn't eat much at noon, and was too upset now, so carsickness came more seriously than

before. Something rushed to her throat from the deep of her constantly turning stomach. Her stomach

suddenly contracted, and acid rushed up. She covered her mouth.

Seeing this, the man sitting on the right side of her moved to the other side with a stern face, almost

sticking to the window, and then staring at her with vigilance.

Noticing his disdain, she covered her chest instead of her mouth. Another mouthful of acid rushed up.

She held it in her mouth and frowned.

The bald man in the driver's seat turned to her and reminded her, "You can save that. Even if you have

an emergency, we will send you to the place as instructed by Mr.”

He was interrupted by her vomiting. She lowered her head and vomited wine and food decay in the

middle of the second row.

Bang! The man sitting on the right side of her looked pale. He seemed to forget that he was in a

moving car. He directly covered his nose and stood up. As a result, his head bumped into the roof.

He stood hunched against the window, as she was a man-made gas bomb in his eyes.

"You are carsick?" asked the man in the passenger seat.

"Yes." She nodded and said, "I got carsickness in ordinary times, since I do not know where to be sent,

the carsickness is more serious than usual in a bad mood.”

She covered her chest and vomited out a large pool of things, still in the same place. The smell of wine

mixed with rotten vomit immediately filled the car and made everyone nauseous.

The man who bent over stared at her saliva that had not been wiped, he almost screamed, "Stop! Stop

now.”

"It’s not allowed to park here." said the bald man. "Hold on a little longer." This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

The man who threw her phone seemed to tolerate to the extreme, "No! It smells terrible! It's ok if you

don’t stop, but at least open the window. "

"No.” The bald man answered without hesitation.

She wiped the saliva with her hand and said to the bald man, "It's too demanding for a mysophobia to

endure such an environment. I can't escape from the crack of the window or the skylight. You can lower

the window or open the skylight a little bit. "

They have not left the downtown yet, and there were many pedestrians and cars on the road at this

time. If she shouted, someone might call the police. But no one paid attention, and they didn’t mean to

open the window.

She didn't say it again, but when she felt like vomiting, she turned to the right and vomit on the shoes of

the man who was a neat freak.

"Move her to the middle seat!" The man is going crazy. He just took off his shoes and threw them out.

Then he quickly closed the window. She looked at the closed window, sighed with pity.

The man in the passenger seat turned and looked at Angela. Then he said to the man who was

obsessed with cleanliness, "How come you are weaker than a woman? Take the middle seat. "

"I won’t." The man looked at the big pool of vomit in the middle of the second row; his face looked bad,

"Let her sit in the middle. Since the door is locked, she can't escape."