Let Me Go, Mr. Harvey

On the second floor of the Smith Family villa.

Jessica eagerly took the photos the man handed over and flipped through them one by one. She couldn’t observe anything from the first dozens, but the photos afterwards showed what James and Angela were doing….

With reddened eyes, she held up the photos, questioning the man, “When did this happen? Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

James actually kissed Angela in the corridor and did that kind of thing with her.

“This morning.”

The man looked cautiously at the door and intended to leave as soon as possible, “If you have nothing else, I have to go.”

“It was taken this morning, but you tell me now?”

Jessica’s eyes were filled with pain and anger, and if she’d gotten the message earlier, she might have been able to stop them.

“Tell you sooner so that could go to the Dream Club and make a scene there?” The man rubbed his aching brow, “Miss. Jessica, if Danis finds out I help you take pictures, I will be fired. Don’t ever call me again for such things.”

He finished his sentence and rushed off, Jessica couldn’t stop him.

She bit her lip when seeing the picture of James kissing Angela, her eyes watering.

James hadn’t even touched her hand for two years.

But Angela had just come out and… And he just…Jessica felt angry, very angry.

It was 9 p. m. when Angela dragged herself back to her dormitory.

But as soon as she opened the door, a shirt flew over her, falling right over her head.

The shirt had a mixed smell of cigarette, alcohol, female’s perfume and rotten vomitus, quite disgusting.

It was the one torn apart this morning.

“Angela, I had no idea you were so shameless.” Timothy blocked the doorway and tore apart her clothes while Angela was off guard.

Angela’s upper body was naked, white smooth skin with crimson hickeys.

The staff dorms were closo here. Because they were too noisy, a group of on-lookers, both men and women, came out, men whistling while women condemning Angela as a shameless slut who just got out of the prison.

“Excuse me.”

Angela looked as usual, but her slight trembling still revealed her real emotions.

“Now you know it is shameful?” Timothy stretched out her arms to block Angela and she shouted towards the on-lookers, “I dare not to live with someone as shameless as her, a murderer, a shameless slut.”

As Angela hit her with a mop and hugely embarrassed her in public, then she would be able to stay in the Dream Club ever.

The onlookers jeered…

“I dare not!”

“Who dares? Maybe they’ll be killed if they fall asleep at night.”

“She should spend the rest of her life in prison. Isn’t Releasing her a danger to the whole society?”

Angela clutched her torn uniform and stared directly at the arrogant and smug woman in front her.

“Why are you looking at me?” Timothy tilted her chin slightly and poked her finger on Angela’s shoulder, “Everyone is looking at you right now. Just tell me, who did you hook up these days? Jack? John? Or someone else?”

They already had girlfriends in the Dream Club, and maybe they were among the crowd right now.

Timothy was clearly picking a fight.

“I didn’t seduce anyone. You are talking nonsense!”

Angela tensed her spine, trying to ignore the unpleasant comments from the crowd, “Excuse me, I need to go inside.”

She was tired, both physically and mentally, and she really didn’t want to play farce with Timothy anymore.

“You’re kidding us like we’re dorks!” Timothy screamed, grabbing Angela’s clothes, “Come one, let everybody see how slutty you are!”

Angela held her clothes, anger almost rushing out of her chest, “Timothy, don’t go too far!”

Timothy tugged at her clothes and wouldn’t let go, “I’ll overdo it, what else can you… ouch!”

“Timothy, you’re really annoying!” Angela threw the torn uniform at Timothy’s head and kicked her to the floor, then casually grabbed the chair behind the door and swung it around, smashing it down towards her head.

The blood instantly permeated the uniform covering over Timothy’s head, blossoming a blood lotus as the size of a woman’s palm, beautiful and compelling.

The crowd that was making a lot of noise seemed to be mute, as if someone just pressed the Pause key.

Only Timothy was still cursing and glaring angrily at Angela.

Angela continued to swing her chair around to hit her as if she hadn’t heard anything. She had been calm, but making people feel cold all over for no reason. There were many onlookers, but no one came to stop her.

The blood spreading on the ground grew more and the smell of blood was sickening.

Timothy no longer scolded, but begged Angela for mercy in a trembling and feeble voice, interspersed with a few sharp cries of pain to the extreme, which sounded tingling.

“You know I’m not a good person, so behave yourself and don’t mess with me from now on.”

Angela’s legs hurt like hell and her stomach was burning, but she’d been in prison for two years and the pain was nothing to her.

She threw the chair away, crouched down, and removed the blood-soaked uniform covering Timothy’s head.

Timothy curled up on the ground. Her face was covered in blood and particularly hideous, but her eyes were filled with fear and the viciousness she thought she had hidden deep.

“Did you hear what I said?” Angela looked at her with downcast eyes. Though knowing Timothy was holding grudge against her, Angela wasn’t going to say anything about it.

The life prison she had in prison and James told her that the weak was the prey of the strong and no one would pity the weak.

Timothy shuddered and nodded, transparent tears washing away the blood on his face and quickly mixed with it again.Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“What’s so bustling? Did I miss out some activities?” A languid, gorgeous female voice came through the crowd.

Angela’s body stiffened, her mind buzzing with a blank.

She shouldn’t have been so impulsive just now, she should hold back it.

She stood up, and her body was unable to stop shaking.

If Gabriela told James about this… She licked her dry lips, not daring to think further.

The crowd automatically diverted to make way for Gabriela.

She walked to the door and laughed in exasperation as she saw the one stained with blood on the ground, “Who’s so good at beating people?”

Angela’s eyelashes quivered and she took a step forward. Her voice was a little hoarse because of not drinking water for so long, “I did this.”

She got used to make no explanation.

“Gabri…Gabriela,” Timothy cried and crawled up, “If you hadn’t come, I would have been beaten… to death by Angela, this kind of person… can’t … stay in the Dream Club, it’s too… too dangerous…”

The others chimed in, yelling that Gabriela should fire Angela.