Please Let Me Go

The comer turned out to be Channing Darnell! He was wearing a neat suit and a pair of leather shoes, yet the inexplicable treacherous look on his face could not be concealed. Adelaide had not seen that face for four years, and she felt disgusted seeing it again.

Yet her heart started to leap and she wondered why he was here. She then raised her head and looked towards Clarissa. Seeing her complacent look, she finally understood. It was her who brought Channing here. Was Clarissa, her dear sister from another mother who shared the same father with her thinking that setting traps for her was not enough, and she wanted to doom her to death?

“Adelaide Swift, you kept on saying you have nothing to do with Channing Darnell, but now he’s coming to beg me to let you go so you two can be together, what can you say for yourself?” Antonio bawled.

Adelaide was flooded with anxiety. Antonio could still let her off with only Clarissa’s words, now that Channing had been here and if he wanted to say something that was disadvantageous to her, she would be doomed! Her mind raced. “After four years of not meeting each other, Mr. Darnell seems to be more and more energetic.” She abruptly suppressed the uneasiness she felt and spoke. She sounded awkward and courteous, and secretly wanted to trick him. She could not bear to just wait for her doom without doing anything!

responded. He smiled flatteringly and said, “Are you still mad at me? Adelaide. I really have something to do back in Canada, but now I’m here to fetch you.” Anger sparked inside Adelaide. He had colluded with Clarissa as expected! She wrinkled her eyebrows. Seeing Channing’s detestable look, she could only forcibly suppress the disgust

go with you just like that, Mr. Baron would lose his face.” She turned and looked towards Antonio. “Antonio, it’s my fault regarding this, and I have to pay the price. So why don’t you break

Clarissa was taken aback. Fear was all over Channing’s face, and he trembled while staring at Antonio’s gloomy look with a slightly pale face. Adelaide ignored him and once again turned towards Antonio. She frowned. That was her last gamble---she was gambling whether Antonio would believe her or not. God knows she only pretended

deep, even he could no longer read them. “Since my dear wife has said so, I can’t possibly decline, right?” He smiled like a cunning fox

him with a mace one step at a time. Channing would never have conceived that and he panicked. “What are you doing? This