Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 196

For each word James said, Jessica’s face darkened a bit. Unlike her usual eloquent self, she cannot utter a single word.

“I have other things to tend to, and have to leave now.” James glanced indifferently at Jessica and walked to the door.

“James,” Jessica called out in trance, “will you regret for your choice?”

He turned round and looked at her, “Not for you to concern.”

“Really?” she laughed bleakly, a laugh mixed with all kinds of emotions.

James took a deep look at her, then walked out of the cinema without a single word, heading to the company.

In the company lobby, Greyson, nearly half his body was bandaged, sat on the sofa gloomily. Luna was sitting next to him, burying herself in her mobile phone.

The receptionist’s eyes brightened when she saw James, as if she saw a savior, “Mr. James, you are here!”

She took a sideway glance at Greyson and Luna then lowered her voice, “Mr. and Mrs. Chante had been waiting here since the morning. They asked you to hand out Angela…”

“I will take it from here.” James handed over his briefcase to the receptionist and said.

This was exactly what the receptionist was waiting for. She grabbed the briefcase and hastily walked away.

“Where was Angela?” Greyson was about to stand up when Luna held him down. He felt inferior to have to look up at James like this.

“Banboo Estate, with me,” said James.

“You mother fucker!” Greyson swung his walking stick at James and tried to hit him.

James threw out Angela with no clothes on a few days ago and now he forced her to stay with him? What was this? How could he treat Angela like a pet and do whatever he wanted?

James tilted his head slightly and grabbed the stick. “A barbarian with no brain,” he said slowly.

They were making quite a commotion, and some employees glanced over, but did not dare to stare.

Mr Lee happened to walk by and caught the scene. He ordered his subordinate to require everyone except the receptionists to leave. He merely greeted James and hurriedly left.

“What did you just say?” Greyson’s face darkened.

James let go of the stick and said lightly, “Retard.”

Always relying on violence, Greyson was not a good protector of Angela, even if James handed her over. Jessica could screw him up without even moving a finger.

Greyson always disliked James. Under current circumstances, anger rushed to his head and made him about to retort.

Luna tweaked his ear and warned, “Don’t mess things up for Angela again!” Then she pushed him down.