Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 135

Greyson was worried that Luna would knock her feet and hurt herself, so he hastily dragged her behind him, "You don't need to do this kind of rough work."

Then, he yelled impatiently at the receptionist, "Where are those people? Did they go to heaven?"

"Why are you so angry? Mr. Greyson."

George came downstairs with a pale face and smiled at Greyson.

"Have a cup of tea to cool down your fire."

Greyson looked straight at George with a cold smile.

"Eve, quickly bring a cup of tea over to Mr. Greyson!"

George's back was shaking from his staring, and he could barely maintain the smile on his face.

The person who had been called Eve answered and went to bring tea, but before the tea could be brought up,

BANG! Greyson kicked George to the ground, then stepped forward, crouched down and grabbed him with his hair and said grimly, "You're the fucking asshole who asked Angela to clean the rooftop alone?"

George fell backwards with his hands and legs in the air, and his glasses fell to nowhere. He fumbled for a while before he could feel them, but they had been crushed broken by him, and he couldn't wear them at all.

He narrowed his eyes at Greyson with a steady stream of cold sweat rising from his forehead, "I'm the one who told her to go, what's wrong?

She was an employee of the Dream Club, and it is right that I, as a supervisor should order her to do something......"

"Fuck!"

Greyson cursed and slammed a fist hard into his face.

The left side of George's face instantly swelled to an awful height, he covered his face with both hands while craning his neck, and was unable to speak clearly due to his injuries, "What the hell is going on? If you want me to die, Mr. Greyson, you have to let me die for a clear reason!"

"My sister almost got killed by you, and you still have the face to play innocent here?!"

Greyson clutched George's collar with both hands and picked him up, each word squeezed out between his teeth.

George was shocked, his face was bloodless, his back was instantly wet with cold sweat. He shrank his neck and said immediately,

"You can't blame them all on me! I'm also a subordinate. I follow orders from above. I don't know what's going on! I have told Miss Angela, and she said she understood me and didn't blame me! Mr. Greyson, I really don't know what happened!"

By the end of the sentence, he had taken on a crying tone.

He had prepared his words carefully to arrange a retreat for himself when he had left Angela alone to clean the rooftop, so even if something happened, it wouldn't implicate him!

But he didn't know Greyson was totally unreasonable!

There was a roar of laughter from the onlookers, and cheers to intensify the conflict.

Normally, people from the Dream Club would come over and intervene, and if they really couldn't solve the problem, they would invite Gabriela or James to come, but today they were instructed to do what they should do, and pretend that they didn't see George being beaten at all.

George had meant to put the blame on his superiors and let Greyson go to Gabriela or James to settle the conflict and spared him as a subordinate.

But when Greyson heard this, his anger grew a bit more. He kicked him several times on his body, "Are you using James to pressure me? Do you really think I'm afraid of him?!"

George curled up and begged for mercy while crying with snot and tears, but it didn't work at all.

Greyson stopped only when he was tired of beating. Before clutching George's collar, he picked him up and asked through clenched teeth, "You left Angela alone to clean the rooftop, so Timothy would go and lock the rooftop door...... Say, did you collude with each other?"

The crowd sighed for a while. Greyson was known for spoiling his sister, and George actually had someone lock Angela to the rooftop. No wonder Greyson was as crazy as he was at this moment, and so ruthless in his actions.

"Lock...... lock the door?!"

Last night's storm turned into moderate rain. If someone got locked on a rooftop, there would be a serious accident!

George was so frightened that his whole body was soaked in cold sweat, and he said hurriedly.

"I don’t know. Ask Angela to go to...... clean the rooftop is an order from the above. I simply do not know the matter of locking the door, Mr. Greyson, you...... cann’t vent your anger on me!"

He actually scared out of his pants, and there was instantly a smell of urine in the hall.

Greyson frowned and threw George to the ground before taking several steps back.

The onlookers also took a few steps back in unison as if they were wound up, and many covered their noses.

"What do you mean by an order from the above?"

At that moment, a loving and lingering female voice came out while causing the hearts and minds of many men around to stir.

Gabriela gracefully walked in and lazily said, "I can't carry such a big blind blame."

When George saw her, his face was bursting into red, blue and white as if a palette was turned over. His body was shaking like a sieve, and he stuttered for a long time and did not hold a complete sentence.

"Fuck!" Greyson spat on the ground, his face as ugly as hell.

He thought at first the matter of the camera and drugs had angered James and the rooftop thing was to punish Angela instructed by James, but he didn't know that it was entirely this little supervisor's evil intention!

George saw the ruthlessness in his eyes, his limbs softened, his face swelled like a pig's head and his eyes narrowed. He begged for mercy, "Mr.......Mr. Greyson, the matter of locking the door really has nothing to do with me, it’s Timothy...... Timothy who did it, letting Angela go to the rooftop to...... clean is also her intention, and I did not...... It has nothing to do with me! "

Anger flowed through Greyson's veins and was about to blow him up. He didn't have the patience to listen to his explanation, grabbed a small vase not far away and smashed it onto George's head with a big BANG.

Blood was spilled everywhere, but not enough to kill him.

George lay on the floor with his hands over his head while wailing in pain.

"Come here, you two, and throw him out into the rain! Just get him to the hospital when he's almost dead and don't let him die!" Greyson pointed at the two male staff members and said coldly.

The two waiters didn't move, but subconsciously looked at Gabriela and saw her nodding before one of them picked up one of George's arms and took hin out.

Greyson looked expressionlessly at the bloodstains trailing out from the floor, swept a glance around, and squeezed a word out of his throat at one time with scarlet eyes, "Where is the one called Timothy?”

James went back to change his clothes. Every cell in his body screamed for being tired and sleepy, but he didn't want to sleep at all.

His mind was a jumbled mess, the scenes of Angela gluing after him years ago, the way she had groveled before him and the others after her release, the words of his mother, Gabriela, and Sean had said when they had advised him, mixed together and stirred his heart into a frenzy.

"When Angela was bent on dying, I called 120, and then she begged me to tell the EMTs not to come."

Julia's words rang clear in his ears, each word like the sharpest knife plunging into his heart one by one with blood gurgling.

His chest was so unbearably tight that he could hardly breathe, and James made a fist with his right hand and hammered his heart heavily a few times, but it was completely useless.

Toot-- At this moment, the phone vibrated.

James picked up the phone and heard the man on the other end saying,

"Mr. James, I am in the cafe, and the evidences I've found in the past two years have been organized as you wanted."

"Okay, I'll be there soon."

The knot in James's throat rolled, and a dark tide tumbled at the bottom of his eyes.