Gabriela smiled and opened the passenger door, "If you said earlier, I wouldn't have had to make this trip to Bamboo Estate."
"My fault." Angela said and got into the car.
Gabriela started the car, "You're forgiven for being pretty."
The car was going much faster on the way to the Dream Club than before.
Angela had a slight carsickness, and it was better when she lowered the windows and let the wind blew in.
"Hawthorn slices and ebony plum."
Gabriela grabbed the steering wheel in one hand, and threw a bag of hawthorn slices and ebony on Angela with the other hand. "This was prepared by Mr James. He said it would be better if you eat it."
Angela used to prepare some hawthorn slices and ebony plum when she was in a car, so naturally he knew she would feel better if she ate them.
But hearing that it was prepared by James, her hand that was ready to tear the package retracted, "Thank you, Miss Gabriela."
When she finished, she put the hawthorn slices and ebony aside.
"You really look like a kid." Gabriela sighed.
Angela turned her head to look out the window and didn't answer her.
“Just eat.” Gabriela said, "You eat first and give me the rest. I will buy the same and put it in the car, and tell Mr James that you didn't eat it."
The temperature climbed on Angela's face as she was read through by Gabriela.
She pursed her lips and finally tore open the package and popped two into her mouth.
When she got carsickness, her head would be uncomfortable, and something in her stomach would constantly rush up the esophagus, which made her feel no better than being sick.
Gabriela laughed softly as she heard to the sound of the bags tearing, "Eating alone?"
Angela tore open another bag of hawthorn slices and dropped it to her mouth. It was inconvenient for her to eat ebony plum with cores when she was driving.
"It tastes good." Gabriela took the hawthorn slices into her mouth gloriously, "I finally enjoyed a better treatment than Mr James. LOL!"
After arriving at the Dream Club, Angela understood why things were not easy to handle.
In addition to Michael, there were many reporters in the front of Dream Club.
Journalists used to pay more attention to facts, but now they pay more attention to trending topics and flow. In order to attract eyeballs or some other benefit, they could even distort the facts.
At this moment, the reporters gathered the microphones instantly when they saw Gabriela, as if they couldn’t wait to insert microphones in her nostrils——
"Manager, Michael said that he came here to find his girlfriend, but he was driven out by the security several times. Is this true?"
"How do you explain Mr. Michael's claim that his girlfriend is from the mountains, yet she was forced into prostitution by the Dream Club?"
"Has the Dream Club been making money by forcing women into prostitution?
A guest from the club said that the prostitutes provided by Dream Club are divided into different levels, and those with high prices are worth tens of thousands a night. Are you involved in it personally? "
Between the lines, reporters accused Dream Club of forcing women into prostitution and organizing mass prostitution. The conflict between Michael and Julia was not the major issue, but just a small case.
Angela used to be a dude no less, but due to her identity, she hadn't seen many of these dirty tricks.
To put it simply, Michael was used to attack Dream Club, which was very common in business.
“Do you want to know if I'm involved?"
Gabriela smiled and touched the young male reporter's face, exhaling, “Does free fuck count?
When I see a handsome boy like you, I can't help but want to marry you. "
Her every move was full of female attraction, let alone deliberately seduced someone like this. The young male reporter's face turned red all at once.
"As reporters, you are so nosy now. Even if others have casual sex, you have to take an interview. Do you still have any humanitarian spirit?" Gabriela glanced the reporters and teased.
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