Let Me Go, Mr. Harvey novel Chapter 137

Under James's cold and piercing gaze, Martin put down his cappuccino and crossed his hands on the table, ''Anyway, according to my investigation in the past two years, Jessica is just too terrible.

Although she is pretty and well brought up, I think if you do marry such a wife in the future, you may not even know how you die eventually!"

"The recordings have been compared over at the police, it's Jessica's voice, not a fake."

James stood up and looked down at him from a high position, saying coolly.

"If the recordings aren't fake, you can't prove that Angela is innocent, can you?"

Martin was uncomfortable all over from his look and squirmed back and forth a few times. Then he stood up like him and said with two dry coughs.

"I think the recording might have been recorded in advance by some game Angela and Jessica used to play, but it's just a guess on my part. Just like I guessed that the car wasn't Angela's, and it would take a lot of time and effort to find clues to verify it."

The rain hadn't stopped long before the sun was out and the sky was blue.

James lowered his head, the sunlight spilling over his thick lashes casting a shadow on his face.

He stood in the bright sunlight, but it was like he was shrouded in a darkness that was palpitating to look at.

The cafe was warmly decorated with coffee aroma curling, the greenery was eye catching, and it was a pleasure to sit here with a hot drink.

But at this moment, Martin stood opposite James, and he only felt tormented. Finally, he couldn't hold back and broke the silence, "James, I have pulled out all of the stops."

"I can understand that you are not satisfied, but I can only refund half of the money you paid before. After all, I cannot refund all...... for these two years."

Before he could finish his words, James sat down and signed a check, shoved it into his hand, and then stood up, "Keep digging."

Martin looked at the numbers on the check and smiled joyfully, "Don't worry, if I find out anything, I will definitely inform you first."

James nodded, his handsome face slightly sunken as he left, his long back looking a bit forlorn.

Inside the Dream Club, George being thrown out was just the beginning, and it was the onlookers who would go wild next.

Timothy was seized with curses and dirty words, which were incompatible with that pretty face.

"Let me go, I fucking told you to let me go!"

"You bastards, believe it or not I'll kill you!"

Greyson laughed coldly, flung the vase in his hand, walked over, and stood in front of Timothy who kept cursing and shouting at him, "You're the one who deliberately locked the rooftop door?"

Timothy tilted her head and said arrogantly.

"Do you have any proof? Don't shit without proof!"

Julia had already returned and was also standing in the hall. She took a few steps forward with an embarrassed face and said,

"If you hadn't locked the door, why did you tell me that Angela would never come back?"

"I'm happy to say that, and it is none of your business!"

Timothy broke away from the two guards and rushed towards Julia with a fierce face.

Before she rushed to Julia, Greyson kicked her in her lower abdomen.

She stumbled back several steps, leaned against the large vase, and then fell to the floor.

Janet went upstairs for a while and came back downstairs, stretching her neck in the crowd and said grimly,

"This isn't even sure if it's she who locked the door, but you already hit her. Aren't you afraid of hitting the wrong person?"

Greyson proned to use his hands rather than his words. He inclined his head and glared at her, raising his fist threateningly, "Say another word if you dare!"