Let Me Go, Mr. Harvey

Gabriela responded with a smile, taking out her medicine kit to bind up Angela’s cut while asking casually, “Do I need to prepare clothes for Angela?”

“Not necessary.”

James walked over to the table and tossed his remaining cigarette into the ashtray.

The alcohol soaked into the cut and hurt a little. Angela’s forehead was covered with cold sweat. She gritted her teeth and didn’t make a sound, getting more apprehensive inside

Why did Gabriela suddenly ask if she should prepare clothes for her? Were they going to let her be a barmaid?

“All done.” Gabriela packed up her medicine kit and looked up at her, “What a pity about this… I mean the scar on your head.”

“Thank you, Gabriela, I’ll leave first then.”

Hearing this, Angela became increasingly uneasy, and she stood up with a blanched face and tried to walk out.

James called her, “Did I say you’re free to go?”

“Do you have something else to say?” Angela turned around and asked with uneasiness.

James didn’t reply just bypassed her and went outside. When he found she didn’t come along, he stopped and frowned, “Why are you still standing there? Follow me.”

Angela clutched the corner of her coat, dragging her legs behind him as if they were filled with lead.

The sun was going down, and his shadow stretched long and overlapped hers, so heavy that she could barely breathe.

“Mr. Harvey.” The driver was already waiting by the Bentley, and when James got in, he closed the door.

Angela went around to the other side and stepped into the car. Upon her right foot getting in the car, she heard James speaking softly, “Get her a cushion so the car won’t get dirty.”

Angela stiffened and silently put her feet back up, feeling chilling to the bone as she stood in the winter breeze.

There were no towels or cushions in the car, so the driver ended up with a pile of tissues and lay them under the seat where Angela was going to sit.

“Put some on the floor too.” James sat in the car, reading the paperwork, not even looking at Angela.

The driver took the tissues and smiled embarrassingly at Angela.

“It’s okay, my shoes are dirty, just put them on.”

The sun set down completely, and the cold wind was penetrating through her clothes into her pores, giving her shivers.

When the driver was done, she got in the car, her spine straight, not daring or wanting to touch the seat in case that James blamed her for dirtying his car.

The car was driving along the road.

Angela looked outside the window, the mall she used to hang out had been demolished and was now a club.

The food court near the G University also changed and was converted into a shopping mall.

After two years in prison, she found the whole world had changed when she was out.

The car finally stopped in front of a five-star hotel.

Angela got out of the car and found a lot of limousines parked here, and the people coming down were mostly dressed in formal attire. The place seemed to be hosting a party.

“Mr. Harvey,” Angela lowered her head, her jagged bangs hiding the look under her eyes, “May I wait outside?”

“Do you think so?” James stopped and looked at her with a seeming smile.

Angela tugged at her lip, smiling bitterly.

She followed him into the party. Her blue uniform stood out among the crowd.

From the moment she appeared, countless people looked at her with curiosity, despise or disdain. She kept her head down all the way, trying to be unnoticeable.

“Mr. Chante.” Along the way, James met a number of people who came over to greet him, but he just nodded his head until he saw Lorenzo Chante.

“Mr. Harvey?” With a glass of champagne in his hand, Lorenzo smiled far-fetchedly, “Long time no see.”Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Looking up abruptly, Angela was startled to see the elegant middle-aged man in front of her, and her eyes instantly turned red.

She licked her dry lips, and before she called him dad, Lorenzo left with an excuse.

She looked straight at the back of her dad’s panicky figure. As her ears was buzzing, she couldn’t hear anything.

After a moment, wiping her tears and lowering her head, she swallowed the “dad” that had reached her throat.

“Are you happy to see your father?” James leaned down and lifted her chin to look at her in the eyes.

Tears blurred her eyes and Angela tried to keep eyes open to hold her tears.

“I’m glad, thank…”

She tried to keep down her sobbing, “Thank you.”

James frowned when seeing her tears and squeezed her chin a little harder, “You’re welcome, and since you’re happy, I’ll help you meet your father more often.”

“Thank you, then.” Angela tugged at her lip and took a step back, avoiding his touch.

James chuckled softly and looked at his empty, bone-jointed hand and took a sip of champagne.

“James!” Jessica called out.

Angela looked up and saw Danis pushing Jessica in a wheelchair.

She wore a white strapless mini dress today, her black and shiny hair was put up on her head, revealing clear gentle features and a slender neck. She was elegant and aesthetically delicate, like a small white flower swaying in the wind.

And Danis was dressed in a dark blue suit with handsome features.

Seeing Angela here too, Danis looked a little sad, “What the hell are you thinking about for dressing like that?”

“Brother!” Jessica glared at him, then looked at Angela and said softly, “We’re both about the same height and weight, and I have another dress, you can wear it now. It’s really not appropriate to dress like that during a party.”

“You shouldn’t have come if you knew it was inappropriate to dress like that!”

Danis walked up to Angela and took her hand with his brows furrowed, ” Come with me, the clothes are in the car.”

James dropped his gaze to their clasped hands and smiled softly, “She’s my girl, and you don’t need to worry.”

“I’m just concerned about Angela.”

Jessica bit her lip, “There are a lot of people at the party who know her and might laugh at her if they see her dressed like that.”

“Even if the world laughs at me, I won’t wear your clothes. So don’t pretend to be kind in front of me.” Angela got rid of Danis’ hand and stood behind James.

Jessica wanted to say something with tears glistening in her eyes.

“Pretend? Jessica is treating you genuinely with her heart, and that’s what she gets in return?”

Danis’s handsome face went dark, “If I know you are this kind of person, I should have let Jessica charge you with attempted murder and kept you in prison for the rest of your life!”

“Brother, she used to be my friend after all, don’t say that.” Jessica took Danis’ arm, her face full of bitterness.

Danis looked distressed and touched her head, “You’re always so kind and you will get hurt.”

Every time she met Jessica and Danis, Angela felt disgusted as if she swallowed a fly.

She clutched her hand and whispered, “Mr. Harvey, can I leave now?”

Without waiting for James’ answer, Jessica said in a soft voice, “James, my parents just got here and have been talking about meeting you.”

Angela subconsciously grabbed James’ arm, almost begging, “Mr. Harvey…”

She didn’t want to see them.