Second floor, the Smith Family villa.
Jessica eagerly took the photos the man handed over and flipped through them one by one. She couldn't observe anything from the first dozens, but the photos afterwards showed what James and Angela were doing.....
Her eyes were red and she held up the photos, questioning the man, "When did this happen?
Why didn’t you tell me earlier?"
“This morning."
The man looked cautiously at the door and intended to leave as soon as possible, "If you have nothing else, I have to go."
"It was taken this morning, but you tell me now?"
Jessica's eyes were filled with pain and anger, and if she'd gotten the message earlier, she might have been able to stop them.
"If I tell you earlier, will you go to the Dream Club and cause trouble?"
The man rubbed his aching brow, “Miss. Jessica, if Danis finds out I help you take pictures, I will be fired.
Don't ever call me again for such things."
He finished his sentence and rushed off, Jessica couldn't stop him.
She bit her lip when seeing the picture of James kissing Angela, her eyes watering.
James hadn't even touched her hand for two years.
But Angela had just come out and... She was not ready to accept it.
It was 9 p.m. when Angela dragged herself back to her dormitory.
But as soon as she opened the door, a shirt flew over her, right over her head.
It's the one she wore early.
"Angela, I had no idea you were so shameless."
Timothy blocked the doorway, beating her voice in mockery.
The staff dorms were close to each other. Because they were too noisy, a group of on-lookers, both men and women, came out.
"Excuse me."
Angela looked as usual, but her slight trembling still revealed her real emotions.
"Now you know it is shameful?"
Timothy opened her hands widly to block Angela and she shouted towards the on-lookers.
“I dare not to live with someone as shameless as her."
The onlookers jeered...
"I dare not!"
"Who dares? Maybe they'll be killed if they fall asleep at night."
“She should spend the rest of her life in prison. Releasing them is a danger to the whole society?"
Angela clutched her torn uniform and stared directly at the arrogant and smug woman in front her.
"Why are you looking at me?"
Timothy tilted her chin slightly and poked her finger on Angela's shoulder, "Everyone is looking at you right now. Just tell me, who did you hook up these days?
Jack?
John?
Or someone else?"
They already had girlfriends in the Dream Club, and maybe they were among the crowd right now.
Timothy was clearly picking a fight.
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