Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 147

Elva looked at the door with teary eyes. Then she lifted her leg to chase after her, only to be stopped by Greyson with a grim face, "Just stay in the ward! You’re killing your daughter!"

"Greyson, do you think it's all my...fault too?"

Elva sobbed sorrowfully as she wiped her tears with her handkerchief.

Greyson looked away from her. His uninjured hand tapped on the hospital bed. His frowned eyebrows showed that he was shaded and annoyed at the moment.

Elva didn't ask any more questions. She stumbled and sat on Angela's hospital bed, and then she wailed aloud.

As soon as Angela went out, she saw James and Lorenzo standing not far from the doorway. She skimmed the two coldly, and immediately withdrew her gaze and headed towards the stairwell on the east side of the corridor.

"Why did you come out without your shoes on?"

James walked up to her and tugged on her arm. He looked so confused when he saw her bare feet.

Angela turned over and gave him a grim look. Then she shook off his hand.

"Mr. Harvey's talking to you, why are you not answering him?

Are you deaf?"

Lorenzo yelled as soon as he saw Angela, his anger came back up again.

Angela sneered and snorted,

"It’s none of your business whether I answer him or not!

Who do you think you are to lecture me?"

"You-you ungrateful brat!"

Lorenzo gasped, and covereed his chest with his hand. His face blushed because of hasty breath.

“Well.”

Angela sneered, ''I don't have a hypocrite father like you! I’m not your daughter!

You should keep your emotoin under control at the moment, we don’t have medicine for heart attack!"

She said without even looking at James, as if she hadn’t seen him.

"You…"

Lorenzo stared grimly at Angela, as if he was going to lose his breath in the next second.

Angela snorted at him and turned around.

"Go back and put your shoes on before you go out."

James commanded as he frowned faintly. Then he surpassed her within a few steps and blocked her way.

Lorenzo covered his chest, and his voice became much softer and his eyes wandered between James and Angela. Obviously, he was pondering.

Angela tilted her head and looked at James. She clenched her fist and her gaze was as sharp as a knife. Then she asked, "What? Why does Mr. Harvey even care whether I wear shoes or not now?"

Two years’ accommodated resentment and anger surged wildly through her body. Her rational senses had been snuffed.

Her pitch rose and even seemed a little shrill as she yelled, "You just want to see me wretched, miserable and suffer. That’s how I am now! Aren’t you happy now?"

"Angela." James’ pupils reflected her twisted face, and he couldn't tell what he was feeling right now. He wasn’t sure if it was pain, annoyance, or a mixture of some other emotions.

Angela snorted loudly, "These extra concerns of yours should be given to the woman you love. I don't need them and I don’t deserve them!"

"Don’t try to warn me or threaten me, I'm a selfish and ruthless person. If you push me too hard, I’ll just die. I don’t care how other people will do!"

She covered her mouth and coughed and left without looking at him again.

James looked at her thin figure. He lifted his right foot, but before he stepped on the ground, he restrained himself and put it back. His eyes grew darker and darker.

"I'll bring the shoes to Angela later, thanks for your concern, Mr. Harvey."

Luna caught up with him and said nervously.

"Angela just argued with my mother. She must be very angry now. I hope Mr. Harvey could forgive me if she was disrespectful just now."

James saw Angela walking away. His eyes turned darker, and then he unbuttoned his shirt. He looked at Luna and nodded.

But he said nothing.

Luna figure out what he had on his mind. She felt even more nervous after she heard what he said. But there was nothing she could say or do.

She bowed and apologized to James for Angela, and then she ran back. After she fournd those shoes, she went out to look for Angela.

"Mr. Harvey, what do you think of what I just said?"

Lorenzo now looked as learned and refined as he usually was, but his face was a little pale.

The Harveys had no intention of carrying out any project in G City, but now news had been released that the land they got from the Chantes would be auctioned.

They called it an “auction”, but most of the time the final buyer was already set before the auction started.

He was looking for James today to discuss it.

James skimmed him and said indifferently,

"It's useless for you to talk to me about this now. The highest bidder will win at the auction. If you are interested in this land, just prepare more money, but there's no need to come to me."

What would happen at the auction remained unknown, and that piece of land in G City was such a rewarding investment that so many companies was trying their best to win the bid.

If they really competed with other companies in the auction, they would have to offer higher than the market price, which was definitely not a good thing for the Chante Group.

"Hah-hah!"

Lorenzo laughed and said secretly.

"James, you've been in the industry for years now. You do know that auctions can be decided in advance, right?"

"Yes."

James responded without hesitation.

Lorenzo's had a sincere smile for a second, and then he said, "That..."

"I know other companies always do that, but the Harvey Group has never done that before."

James interrupted him. He inclined his head to look at the direction which Angela had headed to. His long and slender fingers tapped a few times on the edge of his pants, and his eyebrows were inked with some imperceptible annoyance.

The smile on Lorenzo's face froze, as three years ago and five years ago the Harvey Group had privately set the Chante Group as the final buyer in advance in two auctions, and he knew James's answer was clearly a perfunctory response to him.

He forced a smile and added, "You must be joking."

"I never joke around on business."

James said as he glanced at the direction Angela headed to.

"I still have something to do, so please excuse me."

After saying that, he lifted his leg and was about to walked away.

Lorenzo stepped forward to stop him.

"Anything else for you? Mr. Chante!"

James raised his eyebrows slightly as he asked.

Lorenzo sighed and asked slowly,

"James, you still mind the fact that Angela run over Jessica two years ago, right?"

James looked at him and didn't respond.

"What happened two years ago was our family's fault and we owe the Smiths an apology. It was my fault to have raised the ungrateful and ruthless brat.

Over the years, in order to express our apologies, the the Chante Group has given a lot of profits to the Smith Group, and I have also renounced Angela. "

"I'm already doing my best to make it up for Jessica, and I hope you won't hold it against me because I am your uncle. You shouldn’t hold it against the rest of the Chantes just because of what happened to Angela."

Lorenzo said sincerely.

James grinned a smile, but there was no laughter in the depth of his eyes; instead, they were dark and carried a refreshing chill.

Lorenzo's heart stuttered as he laughed.