Let Me Go, Mr. Harvey

“Let’s go.”

James ignored her humble attitude and easily removed her hand, “You push the wheelchair.”

Angela stood still and just looked straight at him, “Does it have to be like this?”

“Angela, I don’t have much patience.”

James shook his champagne and takes a sip, his Adam’s apple rolling in a sexy, glamorous manner.

But as charming as he was, he was a demon.

And she, as a nobody, had no other choice but to obey before the demon.

She dropped her head, smiled to herself, and walked to back of the wheelchair dejectedly.

Jessica and she were held so different in James’s heart. Why did she think he would listen to her?

“I’d rather have my brother do it.”

Jessica hid jealousy and resentment deep in her eyes, but her face looked quite concerned, “Angela is already looked down by the others for coming here in her work uniform. If she pushes my wheelchair for me, I’m afraid people would think she is my maid.”

“She doesn’t even mind it at all. Why do you care?” Danis said with a cold face and walked away.

“Thank you, Angela.” Jessica smiled meekly, “Just follow my brother, my parents and the others are over there.”

“Don’t you get tired of acting like this every day?” Angela pushes the wheelchair, speaking in mockery.

Jessica looked surprised, innocent and confused, “Acting? Why can’t I understand what you’re talking about?”

Angela felt so disgusted by her, pursed her lips and didn’t say anything. She just pushed the wheelchair quietly and followed Danis.

Not much later, they came to Jessica’s parents.

Angela stopped and was pushed away by Adeline, Jessica’s mother.

Adeline exerted big strength while Angela was off her guard, she stumbled and thumped against the table behind her.

Splash…

The table rubbed against the floor with a screeching sound, and the wine and food clattered all over the floor.

Angela fell to the ground, her tailbone hurting so bad that she bit her lip and a thin layer of sweat broke out on her forehead.

Seeing this, James furrowed and took a step forward, but quickly retreated, watching indifferently.

“Jessica, are you OK?”

Adeline examined Jessica up and down, not hiding the concern on her face, “How does this murderer stay around you? Did she hurt you?”

“Mom, don’t say that about Angela, she used to be my best friend after all.” Jessica wiggled her eyebrows, looking a little upset.

“You treat her as your friend but what does she think of you?”

Adeline choked, “Back then, if it wasn’t for the timely rescue, I don’t know whether you are…you are in this world.”

It was so much noisy here that numerous people looked at Angela on the ground, gossiping and judging her.

“Isn’t she in jail for attempted murder? Why she is here?”

“Miss Jessica is kind-hearted. She used to be her best friend, she didn’t charge her with intentional murder, so she was released after two years in jail.”

“Miss Jessica is so kind-hearted, Angela was trying to kill her but she still treats her nice given their prior friendship.”

“Why did security let her in? Who can guarantee our life security?”

Sitting on the floor, Angela bit her lip and never let go even though her lips were bleeding and blood spread in her mouth.

In a trance, these people behaved in a snide, dismissive, scared or fearful way that was the same with what happened two years ago. She was pale-faced and her body couldn’t stop shaking.

Why did no one believe her? She didn’t do anything at all!

Angela looked up at James in a begging manner.

But he stood there with a glass of champagne, looking at her condescendingly with cold eyes full of disgust to her.

She opened her lips, but her throat was like being blocked by a lump of cotton and she couldn’t say a word.

She looked around blankly, Danis, Jessica, Aunt Adeline, Uncle Smith and those famous and powerful people…She basically knew everyone here, but they were all looking at her with disgust, as if they were looking at a maggot.

“Why are you still on the floor? Waiting for someone to hold you up?”

James plucked at her with cold eyes. His voice was clear.

“She probably got hurt and can’t stand up on her own.”

Jessica spun her wheelchair to reach Angela and held out a hand worriedly, “Are you OK? Do you need to go to the hospital?”

Looking at Jessica in the eyes, Angela could clearly see the smugness hidden deep in Jessica’s eyes.

Ignoring Jessica’s hand reaching to her, Angela braced her hands on the ground and struggled to get to her feet.

Her jagged bangs flew up due to the action she’d just taken, revealing her obvious crescent scar and there was wine spilled on her crotch, which wetted a bit patch of her trousers.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Not far away, someone pointed at her and laughed unabashedly, laughing at her clothes, her scars, her pants that looked like she pissed her pants.

And the man she once loved with her life stood coldly beside her, trampling her dignity unscrupulously as other guests did, “Don’t just stand there, clean this place up. I know this is your job.”

“OK.” Angela responded with her head down and could hear her own voice tremble.

Without glancing at anyone, she asked the waiter for cleaning tools and cleaned the floor quietly with downcast eyes.

“Angela,” Cathleen came over and kicked Angela who was squatting on the floor, “Hey, your bosom friends want to know if you clean the toilet? What if I can’t flush the toilet? Do you clear it up with your hands?”

Angela stood up and took a look at the debutantes who were her bosom friends two years ago. Then she gazed at Cathleen quietly,

Her gaze made Cathleen uncomfortable, “I’m asking you a question!”

“Someone’s about to jump on your boyfriend.”

Angela withdrew her gaze and tossed the rag into the bucket. She carried the bucket out of the ballroom while Cathleen was distracted to look for Danis.

She put her things back and headed back to the party when she met Danis at the door.

She just gave him a faint glance and looked away, ready to go around him.

But he suddenly tugged at her as she passed, pulling her towards the stairway

“Leave me alone!” Angela struggled violently.

Danis stopped and turned to look at her, “Don’t move if you don’t want to draw others’ attention.”

Angela pursed her lips and followed him into the stairway in upset, asking, “What do you want from me?”

“How’s your leg?” Danis said, crouching down to roll up her pants.

Angela stepped back, avoiding his touch, “It’s none of your business.”

“After kneeling for so long that day and not taking my ointment, you’re not afraid of losing your leg?”

Danis looked up at her with annoyance.

Angela didn’t bother to argue with him and repeated, “It’s none of your business.”

She didn’t want to have any trouble with the Smith family for the rest of her life, and she couldn’t afford to mess with them.

She then about to head out while Danis grabbed her shoulder from behind.