Let Me Go, Mr. Harvey novel Chapter 272

Since Gabriela kept pressing her ample bosom against her, Angela felt uncomfortable all over, so she could only move over to James. James could feel Angela’s body temperature through clothing. He swallowed, and drank off the tea in the cup, but his thirst wasn’t reduced at all.

Angela didn’t notice his unusual behavior. She pursed her lips and wanted to say something, but simply opened her mouth without saying anything.

"Make sure that Mr. Sutton and the other directors won’t change their mind." James got up to grab Angela’s hand. "As for my aunts and uncle, I’ll deal with them."

Gabriela leered at James and tucked the hair behind her ear. "Rest assured. A cruel and cold-blooded capitalist like him who only values his interests won’t give up on a fat sheep like you for a quail."

Gabriela walked up to the cabinet, took out the tea she had just got and put it in front of James.

"It’s too expensive. I don’t want it," James said briefly after glancing at it.

"…" Gabriela stuffed the tea in James’ arms pettishly. "It’s free!"

After that, she looked back at Angela and said seriously, "It’d be better for you to take my suggestion into consideration."

Just when Angela was about to answer her, James beat her to it and said, "Mind you own business. We’re leaving."

Hardly had he finished his words than he left with Angela.

Staring at the empty doorway, Gabriela got so angry that she wished she could get her tea back!

Angela was pulled downstairs by James. When she got into the car, she finally made up her mind. "I want to go back to the Chante house."

To be exact, not back to the Chante house, but back to the Chante Group.

No matter Lawson, James or Jessica, they were able to manipulate Angela’s life not only because of Angela’s stupidity, but also because of their much stronger background.

The Chante Group was no match for the Harvey Group, and was also not as powerful as the Smith Group. If Angela became the one in charge of the Chante Group, or helped her brother become the one in charge of the Chante Group, they had to think it over before trying to manipulate her again.

"Forget about what Gabriela told you." James started the car and frowned inconspicuously, his voice slightly cold.

"There’s nothing wrong with Gabriela’s suggestion," Angela said flatly, "I can’t just count on you."

James stopped the engine, turned to look at her and said slowly, "I disagree."

"Why?" Angela asked with a frown.

James avoided her gaze. "Your leg injury will heal up in a while, and you can just go back to college to continue your studies then. Which college do you want to get into? The original one?"

"Even if you don’t keep an eye on me, I can’t run away. Just like what you said, with the existence of your grandfather, my dad, Jessica and the others, I can’t run away even if I want to."

"Besides, you always say that you’ll protect me, but can you really?"

"If you really could, you wouldn’t have been threatened when that car accident happened two years ago, and you wouldn’t have had to threaten your grandfather with a knife to stop him from sending me to prison this time, would you?" Angela asked.

James didn’t make a sound, but one could tell from his facial expression that he didn’t agree with Angela.

"I couldn’t accept you in the past because I hated you, but I can’t accept you now because I’m afraid if I fall in love with you again, I won’t have the ability to fight back when you change your heart or misunderstand me, just like what happened two years ago."

"But if I really made some achievements in the Chante Group and had something backing me up, maybe… I wouldn’t be afraid anymore." When Angela said the last sentence, she fluttered her butterfly-wing like eyelashes unnaturally.

James stared at her, and his profound gaze was like a vortex, as if it was going to draw her into the abyss.

Just a brief eye contact made Angela uneasy. Then she tilted her head to avoid his gaze.

"Are you telling the truth?" James took her face in his hands, forcing Angela to look him in the eye.