Desperate Lovers

Greyson was unimpressed and snorted coldly

"For those who doesn't even care about their biological daughter, but only care about the profits, they absolutely deserve the bankrupt!"

"Are you serious?"

Gabriela said slowly, with one hand pinched at her waist.

"Think about it, if the Chant Group goes bankrupt, you won't be able to spend as much as you do now, and maybe even those cars you like in your garage will have to be sold..."

"Why do you have so much bullshit? It's none of your business if I can spend my money extravagantly!

Get the hell out of here!"

Greyson had no pity for anyone other than his wife and sister, and directly pushed Gabriela away as soon as he lifted his foot to kick James.

Gabriela looked at the three guards and frowned.

"Are you guys watching the show?

You'd better stop Mr. Greyson!"

When the words fell, James had already clutched Greyson's outstretched leg and yanked it hard.

"Fuck!"

Greyson almost fell on the floor, and luckily, he grabbed the sofa aside. However, the action of splitting his leg pulled his scrotum, which was so painful that his head was covered with cold sweat.

In a short time, two security guards had already stepped forward and restrained Greyson from both left and right.

While the other one followed Gabriela's order and went up to support James, whose face was as pale as a white sheet.

"Mr. James, what do you want to do with Mr. Greyson?"

Gabriela asked.

"Call the police to take him away, or what else?"

James's arm was wrapped around the security guard's neck, and the cold sweat, which caused by the pain, ran down from his forehead to his cheeks.

He just faintly glanced at Greyson and withdrew his gaze, what he answered was not Gabriela's question, "Tell the security to delete today's surveillance."

"Surveillance records need to be kept for at least three months."

Gabriela said.

Perhaps the pain in his leg lost its effect, the bottom of James's eyes tinged with a layer of confusion, and his pale face was covered with a flush at some point, "Only delete it on this level, I'll be responsible for anything that happens."

"OK."

Gabriela ignored Greyson's shouting, and then she said to the security guard,

"The car is waiting downstairs, send Mr. James over there, you know exactly what to say and what not to say."

The security guard answered yes in quick succession, and then held James and left.

The door was locked from outside, and Angela couldn't open it from the inside.

She rapped on the door and shouted for a long time, her voice was hoarse, but no one opened the door for her.

It wasn't until about half an hour later then Gabriela opened the door for her.

Angela hurriedly said thanks and ran across to Room 505, only to see that it was unusually neat and tidy, her torn clothes, the crash pinhole camera, and the broken goblet were all gone.

The ground was bright as a mirror, as if the blood was just a dream she had.

She rummaged through the entire private chamber, but did not see James and her brother, she ran to Gabriela with a pale face and a slight tremor in her voice, "Miss. Gabriela, do you know...where my brother is now?"

"Mr. James got his leg a pretty bad wound, don't you want to know about where is him now?"

Gabriela's lips curved charmingly, but there was no smile under her eyes.

Angela didn't care how James was injured or where he was, she grabbed Gabriela's arm and asked once more, "Have you seen my brother?"

"Yes."

Gabriela gently broke her hand away, her smile tinged with imperceptible anger, "Not only did I see him, I almost got beaten by him. Mr. Greyson is really getting better at it."

Angela licked her dry lips, her heart in turmoil, impatient to know about Greyson, but she had to apologize to Gabriela, "My brother got a little out of control because something happened to me, I apologize to you on his behalf."

"Come on, I can understand him too."

Seeing her so groveling, Gabriela sighed lightly, unable to say whether it was sympathy or other emotions. "Your brother is fine, and Mr. James doesn't plan to make a fuss with your brother this time, so don't worry about him anymore."

The anxiety in Angela's heart faded slightly, "Thank you, Miss. Gabriela, for telling me this."

But she wasn't at ease completely. She didn't think someone like James would let her brother go so easily.

Gabriela hummed softly and stopped as she pasting her, and she inclined her head to tell her,

"You don't have to work today, go back and have a rest."

"OK."

It was good to have a rest, but Angela's right eyelid fluttered wildly, and her heart was inexplicably uneasy.

She entered the elevator bare feet as the crowd stared at her with strange eyes.

There was no wind, but there was nothing under her dress, cool and empty, and she was shamed and embarrassed.

There were three men and two women standing in the elevator, and one of the women pointed at Angela, then she tiptoed up to the man's ear to mutter something.

Angela couldn't hear what they were saying, but she always felt like they were all looking at her and talking about her.

She stood unnaturally with her legs together in the corner of the elevator, both her hands pressed to her side clutching her shirt, a flush in her pale face.

DING!

The moment the elevator came, Angela moved from the corner to the door.

She took a quick step as soon as the elevator doors opened. But just as she got out, she was yanked by a hand.

She whipped her head around and saw the woman tugging at her was the same woman who had been tiptoeing around whispering to the man earlier, "Do I know you?"

The woman smiled at her and suddenly bent down to take off the high heels on her feet and put them in front of her, "We're both about the same height and our feet seem to be about the similar size, you should be able to wear them."

Angela loosened her hand clutching the corner of her dress, her dress tightened slightly, and she looked down at the pink heels on the floor without making a sound.

"You don't have to worry about me."

The woman arched her eyes, "My husband will get me another pair of shoes later."

Angela looked at the shoes, they were a pair of branded goods and they looked like that they had been worn just a few times, "No thanks, I'm the staff of this company, I lived not far away from here...."

"No problem, Madame, it just so coincident that my wife is fond of the new shoes and wants to buy a pair of new shoes soon!"

The man directly bent down and put the woman on his back. They didn't give Angela the chance to refuse, and left talking and laughing.

Angela pursed her lips, tilted her head and took a deep breath. She put on the slightly over-sized shoes, and went back to the dormitory. She had just pushed open the door when Julia greeted her with a worried look and asked.

"Are you... okay?"

"Yes."

Angela felt exhausted, both physically and mentally, and she took off her shoes and sat on the bed with her head down.

She wanted to call her brother and ask how about him, but she was afraid to hear any bad news.

Julia sat down beside her, and looked at the dense hickeys on her neck, trying to say something, but not a word came out.

"What's wrong?"

Angela didn't look up, and there was an unconcealed exhaustion in her voice.

Julia opened her mouth and didn't make a sound. She stood up, took a few steps on the floor, and sat beside Angela, asking with cautiousness and a little bit of guilt. "Angela, are you really fine?"D