Angela's face darkened swiftly, "What do you mean?"
For excessive excitement, her voice broke slightly, indicating her nervousness.
"As I have said: nothing. I just hope we both can mind our own business," Jessica said sincerely. "Angela, you are not suitable for business affairs, just like your brother. Uncle Chante made a wise decision not mandating you two to take charge of the company."
Angela clenched her fists, "You had spent three years to frame me up. Do you think Lawson will believe you if you tell him that I'm not pregnant?"
"He may not believe me, but I can convince him to get you another check-up. Angela, are you sure you can still shield him for this then?"
Angela swallowed hard, wiped her temple with one hand, and rubbed it to her clothes silently.
"You don't need to rush the answer. The meal just began, you can answer me upon we finishing it." Jessica unwrapped the pair of chopsticks, put them on Angela's plate, and then picked up some needle mushroom for her.
Angela remained silent with knitted brows, seemingly making a tough decision.
Jessica glanced at her with a snicker. She put a few coles into the pot, and got them out soon after before eating them elegantly.
"Even you can convince Lawson, but what can he do to me when I have James on my side. Let alone you are not certain of convincing him." Angela stood up, leaning forward with her hands pressing on the table, glaring at Jessica.
Jessica pulled out a tissue and wiped her mouth gently, "So you admit you are not pregnant?"
Hearing that, Angela's face turned pale. She bluffed in vain, "I never lied to Lawson. I am pregnant, or I can't hide this from him."
"You know it in your heart," Jessica said slowly. "Angela, don't be silly. You are James's girlfriend now, and you will get far more than 160 million after marrying him.
"Besides, our company will pay the balance to the Chante Group, together with the interest and penalty. The Chante Group will bear no losses."
Angela hesitated, seemingly having been convinced.
"Go ahead. The hot pot tastes good." Jessica nudged a plate of pig lung to Angela.
Angela, who had been hanging her head down, looked up to Jessica suddenly, turning composed, "James had even threatened Lawson to protect me, so I bet he will not leave me alone this time."
With a touch of scorn crossing her face, Jessica asked with concern, "Are you sure ...."
"It's two o'clock now. You have ten hours left to get the money ready, or you will see the news that the Smith Group had a deliberate default to the Chante Group just for your grudge against me," Angela interrupted Jessica with an ugly look before she went out with her bag.
Watching Angela's figure disappearing in her sight, Jessica's smile froze on her face, with scorn in her eyes.
Judging from the words from Angela upon arrival, she had thought Angela became smart.
Essentially, she was still a fool.
James deserved a much better woman.
Jessica picked up a glass of juice on the table and took a sip. Even if James wouldn't be with her, he shouldn't choose Angela.
Nobody else was eligible to match with James. She herself barely met the standard.
She took her cellphone to inform her staff to get ready for the payment and then called Lawson. "Hello, Lawson ... Nothing much. I haven't seen you for a long time that I'm kind of missing you ..."
Angela restored her calmness a while after walking out of the restaurant, with anger and unease dispersing from her face.
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