Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 30

"Why didn't you say anything?

How can you suddenly appears from nowhere and scare me to death?"

Nova laughed awkwardly, pulling away Janet, who was blushing on the side.

It was only after they left that Angela dragged her leaden legs to the vanity unit.

She washed her face and looked up the mirror before realizing her eyes were red.

She shuddered and took in a deep breath, biting her lip to push down the choke in her throat and bent down to wash the tears from her face.

Angela adjusted herself and returned to the ballroom, only to find that the party was over.

She went out of the hotel to look for the car and couldn't find the Bentley...James left her behind.

"Mr. Chante, it's settled then. I’ll ask my secretary to send you the contract tomorrow."

“Sure!

I want to work with you for a long time, and I finally get the chance."

Hearing the familiar voice, Angela turned toward the entrance.

She wanted to go forward, but she was hesitant, looking at her father Lorenzo Chante in a daze.

The smile on Lorenzo’s smile disappered instantly when he saw her. He frowned at her and avert his gaze.

“Dad!"

Angela clutched her hands and plucked up the courage to walk over, "James isn't here, you don't have to...... avoid me."

"Mr. Flank, I have something else to do, see you next time."

Lorenzo interrupted her, pulling open the door and got into the car and left.

Angela stood still as the car disappeared from her view, dazed and chilling to the bone.

People come and go in a scene of feasting and pleasure-seeking. Not far away, someone is laughing, and the city was lively at night. But it had nothing to do with her.

The cold wind was blowing and the tears on her face were dry and wet.

"Nobody needs me..."

Angela murmured, licking her dry lips and walked straight towards the traffic.

Her beloved ones didn't need her anymore, so why would she live and endure all the pains?

It's better to be dead, so she didn't have to work so hard and besneered by others.

Angela watched the cars approaching from a short distance, her eyes closed and hands opened, and forced a smile on her lips.

She had never been so close to death, and yet she was not afraid at all, only yearning.

BANG!

Just as the closest car to Angela was about to hit her, a white Ferrari rushed over and slammed into the black car.

The two cars didn't stop immediately after crashing into each other, but spun and crashed into the side of the green belt.

Splash…

Splash…

The traffic on this road was a mess, accompanied by the sound of brakes in rapid succession.

Angela opened her eyes, the flickering headlights blinded her.

She stood in stunned silence at the center of the crash, vaguely seeing a man staggering out of the Ferrari and running towards her in panic.

It was only when the driver approached that she saw her brother covered in blood.

"Angela, are you okay?"

Greyson pressed her shoulder and scanned her up and down worriedly, "You..."

“Why not find a better place if you want to commit suicide?"

The driver from black car got out of the car, covering his bleeding head and angrily interrupted him, “Fuck you! Do you know how to drive?

I never thought someone can come from the opposite lane. How did you get your driving license?"

"Don't fucking chirp. Tell me how much do you want, I'll pay you!

Is a hundred thousand dollars enough?"

Greyson swished and signed a check, tossing it impatiently to the driver of the black sedan.

The man held the check in his hand. His face turned red because of anger, "This is not a matter of money! I just suffer from minor injury this time, what if I get killed?

Will your stink money buy my life back?"

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault. My brother was worried about me. I'm really sorry."