Desperate Lovers
Chapter 137 It's Angela's voice

Under James's cold and piercing gaze, Martin put down his cappuccino and crossed his hands on the table, "Anyway, according to my investigation in the past two years, Jessica is just too terrible. Although she is pretty and well brought up, I think if you do marry such a wife in the future, you may not even know how you die eventually!"

"The recordings have been compared over at the police, it's Jessica's voice, not a fake."

James stood up and looked down at him from a high position, saying coolly.

"If the recordings aren't fake, you can't prove that Angela is innocent, can you?"

Martin was uncomfortable all over from his look and squirmed back and forth a few times. Then he stood up like him and said with two dry coughs.

"I think the recording might have been recorded in advance by some game Angela and Jessica used to play, but it's just a guess on my part. Just like I guessed that the car wasn't Angela's, and it would take a lot of time and effort to replace clues to verify it." The rain hadn't stopped long before the sun was out and the sky was blue.

James lowered his head, the sunlight spilling over his thick lashes casting a shadow on his face.

He stood in the bright sunlight, but it was like he was shrouded in a darkness that was palpitating to look at.

The cafe was warmly decorated with coffee aroma curling, the greenery was eye catching, and it was a pleasure to sit here with a hot drink.

But at this moment, Martin stood opposite James, and he only felt tormented. Finally, he couldn't hold back and broke the silence, "James, I have pulled out all of the stops."

"I can understand that you are not satisfied, but I can only refund half of the money you paid before. After all, I cannot refund all...... for these two years."

Before he could finish his words, James sat down and signed a check, shoved it into his hand, and then stood up, "Keep digging."

Martin looked at the numbers on the check and smiled joyfully, "Don't worry, if I replace out anything, I will definitely inform you first." James nodded, his handsome face slightly sunken as he left, his long back looking a bit forlorn.

Inside the Dream Club, George being thrown out was just the beginning, and it was the onlookers who would go wild next.

Timothy was seized with curses and dirty words, which were incompatible with that pretty face.

"Let me go, I fucking told you to let me go!"

"You bastards, believe it or not I'll kill you!"

Greyson laughed coldly, flung the vase in his hand, walked over, and stood in front of Timothy who kept cursing and shouting at him, "You're the one who deliberately locked the rooftop door?" Timothy tilted her head and said arrogantly.

"Do you have any proof? Don't shit without proof!"

Julia had already returned and was also standing in the hall. She took a few steps forward with an embarrassed face and said,

"If you hadn't locked the door, why did you tell me that Angela would never come back?"

"I'm happy to say that, and it is none of your business!"

Timothy broke away from the two guards and rushed towards Julia with a fierce face.

Before she rushed to Julia, Greyson kicked her in her lower abdomen.

She stumbled back several steps, leaned against the large vase, and then fell to the floor.

Janet went upstairs for a while and came back downstairs, stretching her neck in the crowd and said grimly,

"This isn't even sure if it's she who locked the door, but you already hit her. Aren't you afraid of hitting the wrong person?"

Greyson proned to use his hands rather than his words. He inclined his head and glared at her, raising his fist threateningly, "Say another word if you dare!"

This man had never been reasonable, and he didn't distinguish between men and women when it came to hitting people. Janet twisted her body unwillingly, but she didn't dare to make another sound.

But there were also someone here who weren't afraid of trouble, and someone echoed Janet's previous words, "Greyson, are you bullying others with your power?

If you hit the wrong person, what are you going to do......"

Before he could finish his words, Timothy got up from the ground and pointed at Julia, cursing, "I admit that I locked that woman to the rooftop, what you can do?!" The crowd was astonished.

Report!

The man who hadn't finished his sentence swallowed his words again, his clean face a flush.

"What can you do? Hah!"

Greyson stepped forward with scarlet eyes and slammed his fist on Timothy's nose, "I can make your life a living hell!"

Timothy was smashed by his punch and her head was dizzy, her eyes were bleeding, and the blood coming out of her nose smeared a small part of her face.

She wiped a handful of blood from her face with her right hand, and looked down. She was about to break into a cussing when she was suddenly yanked by Luna.

Luna was really pissed off. She had meant to yank Timothy's hair and scratch her face for her sister.

Unexpectedly, she had just tugged on the big beautiful curls when Timothy's hair actually--went off!

Everyone except Julia, who looked at Timothy's choppy hair of one to two centimeters and the six dotted on the top of her head like a monk, was shocked, dumbfounded, and then bursted into laughter.

Even Gabriela didn't hold back either, and she curved the corners of her mouth, a shallow smile swirling under her brimming eyes.

Both Greyson and Luna stood across from Timothy, and they had mixed feelings at this point.

Timothy, who had been cursing at the top of her lungs, instantly blushed, not knowing whether she was angry or ashamed. She swept at the crowd, covering her head with both hands, and her mouth deflated, tears flowing down her face. She looked at Gabriela and tried to straighten her back, "Gabriela, I'm an employee of the Dream Club, are you just going to watch me get bullied?"

Gabriela's mouth curved a little wider and she said lightly,

"Yeah."

There was another burst of laughter from the crowd.

Timothy wiped the blood below her nose. Her face changed again and again.

She swept her eyes at the crowd in shame and broke down yelling

"No laughing! Do you know who is behind me? It's Mr. Lewis! If he replaces out you guys are bullying me, he won't let you off!"

"Mr. Lewis?" Greyson sneered.

"Not to mention a Mr. Lewis, even if there is another Mr. Smith, Mr. Green, Mr. White, I am not afraid!"

The corners of Gabriela's eyes were slightly raised as she lazily threw out a big news, "Not sure yet, Greyson. Do you know who this Mr. Lewis is?"

"Who?" Greyson asked subconsciously.

Gabriela smiled, glanced lightly at the crowd, and her red lips parted slightly, "Charles Lewis."

Boom!

The crowd exploded.

Angela just wanted to close her eyes for a while, but she didn't expect to fall asleep later. And when she woke up again, there was Denise sitting beside her and James and Julia standing across from her. "You finally wake up." Denise smiled, gave his son a wink, signaling him to go out.000000000000☐☐☐☐