Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 97

"It's not your turn to judge whether I did the right thing or not, you bitch!"

Timothy's face was distorted with pain, but she was still cursing, "Angela, you stinking fucking bitch, kill me if you can!"

The force in Angela's hand increased a little. She turned to look at Julia and said.

"Where are your scissors? Give them to me."

"Angela, calm down!"

As soon as she heard the word “knife”, the sweat on Julia's head came out, not daring to agree at all, for fear that someone would die in their dorm tonight.

As she spoke, Timothy was still shouting, "If you can’t kill me, Angela, you're a coward, a son of a bitch, a bitch for dogs to fuck!"

“Bullshit!"

Angela took the towel and tied Timothy's hands behind her back.

She let Timothy cursed on the floor, and in Julia's frightened, confused, anxious and complex gaze, she walked to Timothy's bedside, took a shoe, and stuffed it into Timothy's mouth.

The dormitory was instantly much quieter, but there was still the whimpering sound coming from Timothy's mouth.

Angela went to her table, opened the drawer, took out the scissors, and squatted down in front of Timothy.

The whimpering in Timothy's mouth stopped, and the spiteful indignation in her eyes turned into fear.

"Angela!" Julia came up to Angela with trembling legs, shivering to grab the scissors in her hand, "killing... Timothy, this... kind of person, is not worth it!"

Angela glanced at her, "Let go."

"No... I won’t..."

Julia was scared to death, desperately shook her head, "Don’t be so depressed... your parents do not admit you, but your brother... brother and sister-in-law still... love..."

Angela interrupted her with a frown, "I won’t kill her."

"Really..."

Julia wanted to ask if it was true, but seeing that she really didn't look like she wanted to kill someone, she let go of the scissors and sat down on the ground with weak limbs, wiping the cold sweat off her head.

Then, under Julia's gaze that was first scared then incredulous and finally laughing, Angela cut Timothy's carefully maintained long hair into a buzz less than two millimeters in length with bald areas here and there.

September 28th reminded Angela of too many unpleasant things, plus what Aunty Susan said, she was extremely depressed. But cutting Timothy's hair calmed her down instead.

"Got a cigarette and a lighter?" Angela turned to Julia and asked.

Julia said yes and didn't ask her what she wanted to do. Covering her stomach to hold back her laughter, she handed the cigarette and lighter to her.

Angela lit the cigarette and burned six spots in the middle of Timothy’s head without hurting her scalp.

"You... you are so talented!" Julia couldn't help it anymore and burst out laughing.

Angela took a few pictures of Timothy from the neck up and then untied her, who was already on the verge of collapse, "Don't mess with me again, or I'll send those pictures to the work group."

She really got tired of Timothy!

Timothy removed the shoes from her mouth, and spat on the ground. She didn't have time to scold Angela, and hurriedly ran to the mirror.

“Ahhh!!!” She covered her head and screamed. Looking at the pile of hair on the floor with scarlet eyes, she almost passed out.

Julia laughed so hard that tears came out of her eyes, "Timothy, you... you look so funny!"

"Angela, I'm going to kill you!" Timothy cherished her long hair very much, but now it ended like this, just like gouging her heart out, making her suffer a lot.

Angela dodged to the side to avoid Timothy's attack, and before Timothy rushed to her again, she held up her phone, "You can buy a wig and put it on, so no one will see you like this except me and Julia."

She paused, and her voice was louder than before, "But if you mess with me again, I will post those pictures I just took to the work group."

Hearing this, Timothy, who was already on the verge of madness, stopped and just stared at Angela with extreme resentment, wanting to kill her on the spot.

Knock! Knock!

It happened that someone knocked twice on the door at that moment, and without waiting for an answer from inside, the door was pushed open from outside.

Outside the dormitory, a group of people stretched their necks to look in, attempting to see what was going on inside.

But Gabriela closed the door after coming in, cutting off the sight of those who were outside.

Gabriela was holding a gift box in her hand, and she came here for Angela, but when she inadvertently glanced at Timothy who was wearing a new hairstyle, she couldn't hold back and snorted a laugh.

"Gabriela, please help me!" Timothy seemed to have found a helper all of a sudden, and spoke extremely fast to Gabriela, "Angela just tied me up, shoved a shoe in my mouth to humiliate me, and took scissors to kill me!

We can't have such a murderer in the club!"

Gabriela smiled, and there were charm and sarcasm in her beautiful eyes, "If Angela wanted to kill you, how come you don't have a single wound on you when you can't move or shout?"

Angela stood by in silence.

If Gabriela believed Timothy's nonsense, she wouldn't be able to become the manager of the Dream Club. She didn't need to explain.

"She wanted to humiliate me first and then kill me!" Timothy lied without thinking, pointing at the pile of hair on the ground and yelling.

"This is the proof that Angela humiliated me. If you come later, you can only see my corpse!"

Gabriela sighed lightly and took away Timothy's hand that was tugging at her arm with a little impatience in her eyes.

Timothy was the person who just can't take a hint, "Julia is also a bitch, she acted as an accessory to that murderer, Angela!

Gabriela, I'm going to call the police and sue them and put them into jail!!!"

"Sue if you want." Gabriela raised her eyes slightly and teased under Timothy's frozen gaze.

"Why don't you call the police? Do you need me to lend you my phone?"

Timothy's face became flushed and green, and then turned pale and flushed again, as wonderful as a tipped palette, and finally she glared viciously at Angela. She grabbed a hat and put it on, slammed the door and went out.

"Nowadays, every girl has a bad temper." Gabriela rubbed her ear, which was sore from the slamming sound of door.

Julia glanced at Angela and came up to Gabriela and said, "Gabriela, as far as Timothy's temper is concerned, aren't you afraid that she will cause trouble for the club if she stays here?"

"Is this your way of telling me to fire her?"

Gabriela asked Julia carelessly, and then shoved the gift box into Angela's hand and said.

"This is a birthday gift from Raya." Angela held the gift box and was stunned.

She thought... Raya would not come back to her.

"Just asking, you are overthinking it."

Julia smiled and took a bag from the table, "These are specialties sent to me from my hometown, please take some and taste it."