Desperate Lovers
Chapter 241 You Will Admire Me More

Ralphie stood up, "You have nothing now, but you still talk to me so directly. I really admire you."

"You will admire me more in the future." James smiled and said, "Angela is pregnant and she is hungry easily. Mr. Howard is still here, so I will accompany Angela to dinner first." Ralphie sighed, "I hope you will be the same as now in a while."

"Thank you for your concern." James went into the lounge and took Angela's coat, put it on for her, and then took her out.

Ralphie snorted lightly, sat down again, and told the people in the office, "Please hurry up, my grandpa is urging me."

Angela and James left the Harvey Group together. When the cool breeze blew, she woke up a lot, threw away his hand and walked toward the car.

"You shouldn't lie to my grandpa that you are pregnant." James followed her and said suddenly.

Angela walked forward in silence, with sarcasm in her eyes.

If she didn't lie, could she escape from Felix? Heh, maybe her sex videos would go viral now!

"If you wait for a little longer, I'll replace you." James said, "If you lied about your pregnancy, you will need countless lies to maintain it."

Angela laughed sarcastically, stopped and turned to look at him, "Wait? James, if you don't torture me, I am glad. Would I entrust my life and future to someone who broke my leg?" Dead silence.

The atmosphere between the two was abnormally depressed.

James clenched his hands tightly, with blue veins bulging on the back of his hand.

After a while, he said, "Grandpa is not that easy to fool. We can't use the excuse of accidental miscarriage to solve it."

Angela's expression of sarcasm faded. She lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembled a few times, but she did not answer.

She didn't know what to do next.

"Mr. Harvey? Miss Chante? "At that moment, a short-haired woman suddenly called them not far away excitedly, and then ran over quickly.

Angela turned to look at the woman and found she didn't know her. Before she could ask what the matter was, a large group of people ran towards them.

She looked at the recording equipment and microphones in their hands and at the cameras aimed at her and James. Then her expression turned gloomy. There was always nothing good when they met a reporter.

James stood beside her as usual. His mood didn't fluctuate because of the reporter's arrival, and he seemed to have expected it a long time ago. Angela frowned, turned around and wanted to go, but was surrounded by reporters and couldn't move a step.

"Miss Chante, Miss Smith sued you for attempted murder. Is this true?"

"You two were good friends before. Why did you drive a car and crashed into Miss Jessica? Is it because of Mr. Harvey?"

"It is said that the engagement between the Smith family and the Harvey family was cancelled. Did you become his mistress?"

"Miss Smith didn't sue you two years ago, but now you are involved in the relationship between her and Mr. Harvey. How do you explain it?"

"Angela, you are no longer a member of the Chante family, and you have been working in the Dream Club for a period of time. Do you think the Harvey family will allow you to marry Mr. Harvey?"

The reporters looked at Angela, and stretched the camera to her, as if she was trying to put it into her mouth. Listening to the overwhelming questions, Angela's pupils shrank slightly, and her heartbeat became violent. Had Jessica sued her? If she could not prove her innocence, would she be imprisoned for attempted murder?

"Angela, you didn't answer me. Does it mean these rumors are all true? Two years ago, you wanted to crash your good friend to death with a car because of jealousy, didn't you?" One reporter's microphone was poked near Angela's face. Before Angela could answer, she asked sharply, "Can Miss Chante explain the wound on your face? Is it because you are with Mr. Harvey and was beaten by his fiancée... Ouch!"

James grabbed the female reporter's microphone and threw it away, and then he said in a cold tone, "When you ask questions, you should get the evidence first. Otherwise, I can sue you for defamation."

The female reporter met his indifferent eyes and took a few steps back subconsciously. Her face turned pale.

Other reporters stepped back as well, but the microphone still didn't retract, waiting for Angela's answer.

"Don't answer if you don't want to. You have no obligation to do it." James said.

Angela glanced at the reporters, and said calmly, "Jessica just sued me, and you all know it. You are paying so much attention to me. Should I feel honored?"

She moved away from the front reporters, "Please don't stand in my way. Thank you."

The reporters didn't mean to give in, but her hands were so strong that the front reporters were pushed away. When the reporters at the back rows saw those in front stepped away, they followed subconsciously. Angela walked straight to the Porsche, opened the door and sat in the passenger seat. James followed in.

"You speak so aggressively to the reporters. Are you afraid they will spread rumors?" James started the car and asked casually.

Angela snorted lightly, "The questions were so biased, and it seemed they knew the matter clearly. They must be sent by Jessica. No matter what I say, they won't praise me."

James gave a hum and said nothing.

They drove to the nearest mall. It was only half past ten in the morning and it was not lunch time yet.

James proposed to watch a movie. Angela was worried, but did not refuse him.

They lined up to buy tickets and snacks, but a group of people behind them were gossiping.

"It's her. She is Angela!"

"Because of jealousy, she wanted to drive into her close friend. How could there be such a vicious person in the world?"

"Jessica treated her as a good friend and didn't prosecute her, and just sent her to jail for two years. As a result, when she was released from prison, she ruined Jessica's engagement. What a shame!" "It's really unlucky for Jessica to have such a friend!"

Angela turned around and saw several high school girls looking at her with disgust.

Seeing she look over, they did not retreat. One of the girls even cursed in front of her, "You're so ugly. A mistress. Shame on you!"

"Is the mistress so rampant?" The girl next to her asked.

Angela pursed her lips, said nothing, and withdrew her gaze. Those reporters should have sent the news out, and there must be a lot of people scolding her. If she cared about what they said, she might be died of shame. James turned around, frowning slightly and his eyes fell on those girls.

They were frightened by his look and looked away.

"Are you here to watch the movie?" James walked up to them and asked.