Angela clenched her numb fingers, and encouraged herself to look up, “It was my fault back then, but I got what I deserved as well.
Could you kindly let me off and forget about our meeting today, Mr. Harvey?”
James raised eyebrow and curved up his lips, as if he just heard a joke, “What?
Do you think we can totally wipe out the past, just because you’ve spent two years in jail?
Jessica will never recover from her leg injury. And do you think that is enough punishment for you?”
She stunned.
The leg under her skirt ached. After all, this was all because of Jessica.
He only knew about Jessica's crippled leg, while her leg also had a sequelae by his swinging club since then.
Frankly, her debts had already been paid off long ago.
But she didn't dare to say anything. A man like James would be the last person she wanted to provoke.
“So what do you want,
Mr. Harvey?
I already got the punishment I deserved.”
The blizzard got worse. James didn't say anything, tipping his umbrella.
Lee came over, after standing aside for a long time.
“Sir?”
James sized Angela up with a chill in his dark eyes.
Maybe he got reminded by Jessica’s pain in rehabilitation, he raised his eyebrow viciously,
“Angela, that is the punishment you deserve according to laws, but mine has not come yet.”
He turned to Lee, “Dress her up and send her to the Dream Club.”
Angela turned pale upon hearing that.
The Dream Club was a luxious club in City B where the rich squandered their money at.
By doing this, James decided to wear away all her dignity.
He also tried to remind her of being a guest of honor there. But after two years, she was a disgusting attempted murderer that everyone despised
Angela felt extremely depressed. She asked in a low voice nastily, “You really want to leave me with no choice, James?”
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