Please Let Me Go

Chapter 27 Being Teased

The voice of Channing came out of the receiver, Clarissa bit her lip and hesitated for a moment to

speak out.

"Oh, Channing, I have the stuff here. Don't worry, I keep it well for you."

His voice was clearly a bit impatient, but thinking that he would probably not get anything at this point

by falling out with Clarissa, he had to politely reply while lamenting that he had been caught doing

something carelessly,

"Well, Clarissa, give me back the stuff now!"

"Oops, Channing, you called early in the morning. Don't be in a hurry to ask for documents, have you

had food yet? I haven't had breakfast, let’s go out and eat!"

Channing lost his patience. His head was now full of the documents in Clarissa's hand. And if someone

got hold of them, then he would have to spend the rest of his life in jail.

If it wasn't for that, how could he risk offending Antonio and have a leg broken by his men?

Channing felt his senseless right leg, how could he be in the mood to eat?

In his anxiety, he sounded a bit impulsive.

"Clarissa, do you not want to give me the documents?"

At that, Clarissa smiled and didn't say anything for a while. Channing asked anxiously.

"Clarissa, say something. You've put me in this situation, do you want to backtrack?"

"Channing, how come? If I want to give you back the documents, you have to meet with me. How

about this, I know a breakfast place near your house with a nice environment and a good taste, let's

meet there and talk."

Clarissa took out the blue folder from under the sheets, containing exactly what Channing had in mind,

and she thoughtfully ran her fingers over the file folder.

"Don't play any tricks!"

There was nothing Channing could do. The stuff was in Clarissa's hands and he had to do as she said.

Soon, Clarissa dressed up carefully and locked her things in the cupboard to prevent the papers from

being seen by the hourly employee.

After everything was packed up, Clarissa went out contentedly. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

The two of them agreed to meet at a breakfast restaurant, which was a hundred meters away from

Channing's home. He had broken leg and could not drive. Thinking that it was not an honorable thing,

he dragged the crippled leg to see Clarissa.

He waited for a long time and Clarissa belatedly walked to the seat opposite him, not feeling the least

bit guilty about being late, and with a straight face she beckoned the waiter to come and order

breakfast.

Channing had long been anxious. As the waiter left, he leaned forward slightly and asked, "Clarissa,

where's the stuff?"

Clarissa slowly placed her handbag on the stool next to her, took off her sunglasses and looked at him

with a smile.

"Don't worry Channing, eat something first!"

"Where's the stuff? I'm not here to have breakfast with you, so give me the stuff first."

Seeing that he kept talking about documents, Clarissa was too lazy to beat around the bush with him

and she shrugged.

"Channing, although I am heartbroken about your leg, but my purpose had not been achieved. Help me

again, I ......"

"Bang!"

Channing was a man in the end, before Clarissa could finish her words, he slapped his palm on the

table in anger, and the dishes in front of him fell on the floor.

He should have thought that the words of someone like Clarissa could not be trusted. After being

teased, Channing finally lost his temper,

"Clarissa, you bitch, you don’t keep you words. I broke my leg for you, and you want me to fucking help

you again?"

The people around all looked at them, and Channing yelled again.

"Eat your food. Keep watching, I'll kill you!"

At the sound of that, people lowered their heads from gazing at them.

Clarissa was prepared for the scolding words, and she still smiled.

"Channing, sit down and talk, don't be so angry. I have a lot to lose from the last incident too!

The truth is your words didn't work. I promise, this is the last time. If you help me, I will definitely give

you back your stuff!"

"Damn bitch, my leg is broken and I am a cripple. It's good that I didn't ask you for compensation, and

you still ask me to help?"

Channing bent down and patted his senseless leg. The expletives were pouring out of his mouth as if

he was disgusted with Clarissa.

Clarissa shrugged her shoulders and spread her hands, indicating that there was nothing she could do

about it.

Her move completely angered Channing, who limped over to her, pulled away the stool outside her,

and squeezed her neck with his large palm, rather like dying with her.

"Clarissa, you don't want to be comfortable even if I'm not good. Be careful I tell Adelaide and Antonio

about all the shit you did!"

At that, Clarissa's face went pale. Perhaps because she was pinched by Channing, her face was

flushed and her eyes were all red, and she hastily begged for mercy.

"Channing, I give you the documents, take it easy."

After listening to Clarissa's pleading words, he slowly calmed down. Clarissa then said.

"Channing, I came out in a hurry and didn't take the documents. Let's make an appointment, I'll bring

them to you next time!"

"Better, I'll get you if you're playing tricks!"

Channing let go of his hand and limped out of the breakfast.