Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 38

Angela stood up tensely in his oppressive gaze, “I'm sorry.”

The slit of her cheongsam swang back and forth as she moved.

There was an obvious scar on her leg, but it blended perfectly with the pattern on her clothes, which made Angela more attractive.

Others kept their eyes fixed on her.

James put the glass down gloomily.

He leaned back with overlapped legs, and commanded in a frosty tone,

“Get the fuck out of here!”

“The new girl was thoughtless to push her way in.

Come here, I got plenty of room for you.”

Someone laughed and patted the couch.

James gave Angela a straight look with his clenched lips.

“Thanks Mr. Leon. I’m all good.”

Angela swallowed down the humiliation. She tried to raised her mouth, “Now that Mr. Harvey doesn’t want me to sit aside. I'll just stand here.”

“Mr. Leon seems to be abandoned.”

Someone laughed out.

Mr. Leon smiled awkwardly,

“Never mind. Mr. Harvey is young and charming. I am sincerely convinced!

At least I won’t get questioned when I go home.”

The crowd burst into laughter. Then the conversation quickly returned to business.

James didn't ask Angela to leave anymore, neither did he take a glance at her. He treated her as a complete strange.

People talked casually about business, with James spoke occasionally. He sat quietly most of the time.

Anyhow, no one dared to neglect him at all. The crowd kept resting upon James. If there were doubts on his face, they would soon change the subjects.

“It's really an honor for us to get Mr. Harvey here this time. I would like to make a toast to him and everyone else!”

Someone stood up with a broad smile, and raised his glass.

Others followed and clinked.

James was the last one to stand up. He did a slight clink.

“Mr. Harvey can not drink much. Let me take this for you.”

Angela whispered with her lips curled.

The crowd stunned there with a confused look.

Did she want to drink for Mr. Harvey?

James stared at Angela. After a moment, he poured some wine and handed to her.

Angela took the glass decisively and tossed off.

“This beauty is indeed a drinker!”

Someone clapped hands and guffawed, “Get one more.”

The valuable wine twisted down from the glass, with a rich flavour spread over. Angela’s glass quickly got filled up again.

Angela swept her eyes to James with the wine glass in her hand.

He sat in the couch with a misty look. Obviously he didn’t pay attention to her at all.

Angela ticked her lips with an ironic smile. Then she gulped the wine bitterly, after toasting with the bosses.

James changed his posture, resting his hand on the lap,

and took a quick peek at Angela’s emptied glass with his knitted brows.