Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 348

James didn't respond instantly but gazed fixedly at her. And only when he presumed she was telling the truth did he agree with a nod.

What he had done rendered Angela even guiltier.

Leaving aside the rights and wrongs of the past, he was now regarding her as his top priority.

With a lick on her dry lip, she spoke after a long-time hesitation, "James, actually, just now...."

A mobile phone was buzzing.

It's James's.

He answered it, listened silently for a while, and replied with a "h'm" before hanging up.

"I have some official business to deal with, and I'm leaving now. Take a shower and sleep." He kissed her on her forehead, put on his coat, and hurried out.

Angela touched the warmth of her forehead and sat down on the sofa with a frown when the wound on her back accidentally got dabbed, leading her to gasp with pain.

Lawson was a vicious abuser, and she wondered how James could get through all those years!

Hum—

Hum—

Hum—

The cellphone vibrated for a moment.

Angela picked the phone up and found that her sister-in-law had sent her dozens of screenshots of chats on WeChat.

After leaving home, James drove to Auntie Amy's house instead of the Harvey Group.

On his arrival, there was already a cluster of people sitting in the living room. In addition to his Auntie Amy, Auntie Miranda, Wilson and his father were also there.

"Everyone is waiting for you. Have a seat," Wilson said to him with a smiling face before turning to a servant, "Didn't you see that James was here? Hurry and make some tea!"

With a reply, the servant rushed away.

Yet James didn't sit down, and he said, "I had rushed here as fast as possible, but still, I was the last one to be here. I apologize."

He spoke with sincerity, making others fairly satisfied with his manner.

Amy, the eldest daughter of the Harvey family, said, "We are family, so never mind. Here is your tea. Hurry and sit down to have a drink, since it will make you warm."

"Thank you, auntie," James replied before sitting down and drinking his tea.

The group started with family affairs before Wilson moaned, "I'm holding only a few shares in the company, but our dad asked me to share some with James, which I think is too hard for me."

"You are not the only one!" Amy followed, with her eyes fixed on James. "Dad went to me today, and suggested that we should all take out some of our shares, pool them to twenty-five percent, and give to James."

With that, Wilson replied with astonishment, "Twenty-five percent? I, along with James's two brothers, am holding merely a bit more than ten percent, so was dad kidding by suggesting that we chip in and pass twenty-five percent to James?"

Miranda, the second daughter of the Harvey family, answered, "No."

Meanwhile, James kept drinking his tea casually, letting them discuss the case with no reply.

"Jason, don't leave the guesswork to us. So is that the case?" Wilson asked in a mild voice.

Jason, with a cellphone in his hand, replied to a message sent by someone, alias little coquette, before he put the cellphone down and said, "Though I'm James's father, you should know that he never listened to me since he has always been independent."

"Jason, what do you mean by saying so?" Amy frowned.

Jason smiled and leaned back on the sofa, "Nothing special. You can go straight to James if you have anything to ask him. Don't come to me when you dare not offend him."

"You—" Amy stood up, with a ghastly expression on her face.