Let Me Go, Mr. Harvey

Angela clenched her numb fingers, and encouraged herself to look up, “It was my fault back then, but I got what I deserved as well. Could you kindly let me off and forget about our meeting today, Mr. Harvey?”

James raised eyebrow and curved up his lips, as if he just heard a joke, “What? Do you think our debt are written off just because you’ve spent two years in jail? Jessica will never recover from her leg injury. And do you think that this punishment f is enough for you?”© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

She stunned. The leg under her skirt ached. After all, this was all because of Jessica.

He only knew about Jessica’s crippled leg but didn’t know her leg also had a sequela by his swinging club since then. Honestly, her debts had already been paid off long ago.

But she didn’t dare to say anything. A man like James would be the last person she wanted to provoke.

“So what do you want, Mr. Harvey? I already got the punishment I deserved.”

The blizzard got worse. James didn’t say anything but just lifted his umbrella.

Lee came over, after standing aside for a long time.

“Sir?”

James sized Angela up with a chill in his dark eyes. Maybe he recalled Jessica’s pain in rehabilitation, he raised his eyebrow viciously, “Angela, that is the punishment you deserve according to laws, but mine has not come yet.”

He turned to Lee, “Dress her up and send her to the Dream Club.”

Angela turned pale upon hearing that. The Dream Club was a luxious club in City B where the rich squandered their money.

By doing this, James wanted to wear away all her dignity and reminded her that she had been the guest of honor there, but two years later…she was a despised criminal charged with attempted murder.

Angela felt extremely resentful and asked in a low voice with teeth gritting, “You really want to leave me with no choice, James?”

James laughed sarcastically as he didn’t expect being questioned by her, “Angela, for two years, you really haven’t made any progress. Don’t you understand that beggars can’t be the choosers?”

Angela kept her head down. She bit her lip tightly and didn’t respond.

She knew the feeling all too well.

All her haughtiness got rubbed off thoroughly in prison.

Her submissive look made James more irritated. He turned back to the car with knitted brows, “Tell Gabriela to “take care of” Miss. Angela in person. Don’t let me down.”

Then his black Bentley disappeared in the boundless snowstorm.

Lee hesitated for a moment but later moved towards Angela and lifted her up.

The pompous look of this rich lady was still clearly in his mind. Now she seemed to be pathetic.

Suddenly, Angela thought about something and asked in a trembling voice, “How is Jessica now?”

Lee dazed a little, and responded obliquely, “A dancer lost her leg. What would you expect?”

Angela came with a bitter smile. Fair enough! James wouldn’t stop haunting her as long as Jessica hadn’t recovere d.

…

Angela stayed in the Dream Club for half a month and James never showed up again. Sometimes, she felt the encounter that night seemed to be a dream for her.

But she actually stood in the lobby of the Dream Club.

“Hello, welcome to the Dream Club.”

Angela couldn’t remember how many times she bowed today. She massaged her numb leg, after the guest went inside.

Her colleague, Julia, stood aside, and looked at her sympathetically, “The manager is really strange. Everyone can get a shift off but you. I bet she does this on purpose, making things difficult for you as you look pretty.”

Angela shook her head grimly, “I can’t resign.”