Desperate Lovers

Chapter 127 James’ retaliation

“Well? Are you going to ask for a sick leave for Julia, I see." George said.

"Since you're asking for a leave for her, I'll be looking for you if anything happens to her."

This supervisor was over cautious. Angela looked at him and answered, "Okay."

She turned around and left, and after closing the door, she heard Timothy's voice coming from the

inside vaguely.

Angela stood in front of the door for five seconds before walking to her dormitory.

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Angela didn't think much, she went back to the dormitory, washed up briefly, and prepared to apply a

facial mask.

At this time, Julia called, and told her she wouldn't be back tonight.

Timothy didn't come back either.

The next day, Angela was on a night shift, and she didn’t wake up until early noon.

She charged her phone and turned it on to check the time, only to find that it was already 10:30 a.m.

and her sister-in-law had called her many times.

"What's wrong, sister-in-law?" Angela called Luna back.

Luna was worried, "I have called you many times, but could not get through. I thought something

happened to you and almost went to the Dream Club to find you!"

"Nothing happened; my phone was out of battery." Angela rubbed her head and said.

"It's good you’re okay." Luna's voice was full of worry, "I didn't call for anything, just to see if you’re fine.

Your brother and I are worried ... about that incident happened the day before yesterday, and we are

afraid of James’ revenge."

The day before yesterday, that was the day when Angela seduced James and then got thrown out

naked by him. Angela's hand clutching the phone tightened, and after a long time of silence, she said,

"There is no need for you and brother to worry."

She laughed at herself. "I went to jail for two years and was still fine, and the Dream Club is better than

jail."

Hearing this, Luna became more worried, "Angela..."

"If James gives me a hard time, I'll call you, and then you and brother can come to help me, okay?"

Angela said with a smile.

Reluctantly reassured by her words, Luna gave her a piece of advice before hastily hanging up the

phone.

Angela went to work as usual, but when it was close to eleven o'clock in the evening ,George asked

her to come to his office.

Angela knocked on the door and entered, "George, are you looking for me?"

"Yes." George said.

"Julia didn't show up for work today either, you know that, right?"

Angela nodded, "She said she didn't have your number,so she asked Gabriela for a leave."

"Gabriela told me about Julia's absence. Don't be nervous, I'm just asking."

George pushed up his glasses and wanted to say something.

Angela placed both hands in front of her belly out of habit and said faintly.

"Just tell me what you want to say."

"Then... I'll say it directly."

George sighed, "You still remember this incident the day before yesterday when you went to see

James and then got thrown out by him, right?"

Angela’s pupils shrunk, sweat quickly rose on her nose, and she answered, “Yes.”

What does George mean by that?

"Mr. Luis is going to throw a party on the rooftop tonight, and James asks you to clean the rooftop when

the party is over."

George looked at her with pity, his face was full of guilty as he emphasized, “Alone."

The rooftop was spacious and usually three of four cleaners were assigned for the task.

But now it was only an hour before she was off duty, and he was obvious torturing her by assigning

such a task for her alone.

Seeing Angela remain silence, George sighed again and lamented.

“I know it is too much to ask you to clean such a large rooftop, but... but it is James’ idea. I can’t refuse

him. Please forgive me."

Angela pursed her lip and promised him, the hands originally placed in front of her belly had dropped to

the sides of her body, and she frowned slightly.

"Thank you for being so considerate."

George lifted his wrist to look at the time and coughed, "Mr. Luis' party is over, so you can leave now."

Angela didn't move.

Seeing this, George asked impatiently, "What’s wrong?"

"I'd like to know if James arranged this personally." Angela stressed the word 'personally' and looked

straight at him.

For people like James, as long as he expressed his displeasure with her, his staff would definitely fight

against her. Hence, there was no need for him to arrange this by himself.

Take the previous supervisor as an example, he kept targeting her because of James, but James didn't

even have to explain what he did.

If George said that it was arranged by James, then she was sure that the supervisor was lying.

“Ah?” The smile on George's face stiffened for a moment and he said bitterly.

"Well, it seems that I have to tell you the truth. The job wasn’t arranged by James."

"This morning, Gabriela told me something on WeChat, and she said James wasn’t satisfied with you,

so she let me..."

George didn't say it clearly as he looked at Angela, "You understand that, right?"

Angela let out a muffled sound, and the hands hanging on the sides of her body clutched her clothes as

she exited the office with tight lips.

She met Timothy when she got out.

"Humm!" Timothy grunted, tugged her hard with her shoulder, and went to the supervisor's office,

twisting her waist.

Angela snorted, stretching out a leg quickly.

BANG! Timothy tilted her head without looking the way, and when she was tripped, she fell directly face

down onto the ground.

"Has your nose done plastic surgery?"

Angela looked at her and pulled her lip, "What a pity if it has!"

After saying that, she ignored Timothy, whose eyes were red with anger, and walked straight to the

staff-only room at the end of the corridor to get the cleaning tools.

Timothy was so angry that she heavily hammered the ground a few times. She blew her injured hand

with tears, and stared viciously at Angela's back with a conspiratorial smile.

She'd like to see how Angela would still be so arrogant later!

Angela took her cleaning tools up to the rooftop and swept the floor, her face darkened.

All the remaining meals on the table were dumped on the floor. Bottles of wine were all broken and

thrown all over the table and floor, and the cream stains were everywhere.

The pool, which should be crystal clear, was littered with trash and looked a total mess. It seemed that

she had to draw off the water and do a thorough cleaning.

Looking up at the cloudy sky, Angela sighed deeply and began to clean the place.

The floor was littered with broken bottles and she had to take utmost care. Even so, some of the small

pieces cut her hands as she was putting the trash into the garbage bag.

Fortunately, it was just a few small cuts and didn't bleed much. It took her two hours to clean up the

trash on the floor.

Angela was so tired that her neck, back and limbs were sore, and her legs were so heavy that she

could barely walk as if they were filled with lead.