The old man didn't hide his dislike, "Your Dream Club is good in every aspect, but why did you hire a person like her to be an employee?
"She..."
They pushed the box door and walked inside, cutting off their sound from the outside.
Angela heard their talking clearly. At first, she would get angry and frustrated when she heard these comments, but after hearing them so many times, she got used to it.
"This... "
A pair of women's shoes suddenly appeared in front of her, "Take this."
Something was shoved into Angela's hands and she didn't even have a chance to push it away before Raya ran off.
She unfolded her palm and there was a business card.
Raya.
Sailing Law Firm.
At the General Manager's Office of Dream Club.
James sat on the couch with his long straight legs folding over each other. The sunlight fell on him through the window, and the white shirt collar made a halo around his neck, adding e a sense of mystery.
Gabriela skillfully made the tea and brought it to him.
The corners of her eyes were upturned, languid and sexy mixed with a bit of caution, "I'm a bit confused about you and Jessica."
James turned around to look at her, taking a sip of his tea.
"If you care about her, I don't usually see you giving her any favors."
Gabriela paused, seeing that he wasn't angry, she continued slowly, "But to say you don't care about her, it's been two years since Angela hit Jessica, and you're still sticking up for her."
The tea had a strong and refreshing flavor, giving people a sense of delightfulness.
James blew on his tea and took a few sips. His posture was elegant and reserved.
Just when Gabriela thought he wouldn't open his mouth, he suddenly retorted, "Who says I'm sticking up for Jessica?"
"Doesn't it?"
The tip of Gabriela's eyebrows flicked up, and there was an obvious confusion in her magnificent features.
But this time there was no response.
James put down his tea and his dark eyes fell on her, "You got nothing else to do?"
"No. This was a big clubhouse. If you hadn't come, I wouldn't even have time to drink water." With a coquettish smile, Gabriela picked up his teacup and refilled it, changing the subject, "Julia visits me today."
James took the cup, his bony fingers mingling with the pale blue of the teacup in a way that was unspeakably beautiful.
James looked at his hands, however, Angela's bleeding hands suddenly flashed through his mind. He furrowed.
"She said Angela had a stomachache last night and her knees were all bruised. However, she still work ten hours a day and she was afraid Angela's body couldn't stand it."
Gabriela sat on the other side of the couch, clinging to it like a cat, "I don't want to cause trouble, and I am thinking that I'd cut down the workload for Angela, what do you think?"
"If you have to ask me about such a trivial thing, you are no longer qualified as the general manager of the Dream Club." James was irritated for no reason. Hand lifted, he loosened his tie, stood up and walked out.
Almost to the door, he stopped and snarled, "Send her some medicine, she doesn't deserve to die."
He walked out then.
Gabriela's glistening peach blossom eyes flashed with amusement. Well, was it because she didn't deserve to die or was he reluctant to let her die?
At Staff Canteen.
In her fifteen-minute lunch break, Angela hurried back to her dorm, changed her clothes and had lunch. She didn't even have time to rest.
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