Let Me Go, Mr. Harvey

People in the room could obviously feel that James wasn’t in a good mood.

From the moment Angela went out, no one dared to speak again.

It was Lorenzo who became much more relaxed and resumed his previously elegant and easygoing style.

He poured wine for a few people and chuckled lightly.

“Don’t let irrelevant people ruin our night, let’s continue drinking.”

He clinked glasses with a few people and drank it all down.

The atmosphere in the room was getting better, as if Angela hadn’t appeared there at all.

It was just the smoke that was lighted and put off again and again. James sat in the middle of the room. He seemed to be in a very low spirit.

Lorenzo had been drinking with people and became a little bolder, but he was still cautious when speaking to James, “Mr. Harvey, what do you think of the latest project of my company?”

The payback on this new project was very impressive if it was well done.”

But the disadvantage was that this project was so big that too many aspects were involved. In terms of financial or other aspects, it cannot be completed by the Chante Group alone

“Not bad.”

The cigarette had burned to the end and James threw the butt into the ashtray.

Hearing this, the people in the room had their own ideas, but none of them did not envy.

There weren’t many projects that James would say yes to.

The Chante Group was lucky to be on board with James this time. Nobody can estimate how much money they would make in one year.

Lorenzo was also unabashedly happy to be working with the Harvey Group, and he was sure to make a lot of money on this project.

And if they got one chance to work together, there would be a second and third …

“But the Harvey Group is not interested in this project at the moment, sorry.”

Noticing that Lorenzo was happy to cooperate with him, James said softly with a sense of tease in his eyes.

Lorenzo’s smile froze on his face, as if he’d been poured from head to toe by a bucket of cold water.

In a moment of desperation, he asked.

“If Mr. Harvey thinks this project is okay, why don’t you cooperate with me?”

Lorenzo had been preparing for the project for nearly two years and he had been trying to cooperate with the Harvey Group all the time.

And James did show his intention to cooperate just now, why did he suddenly change his mind?

“Are you questioning me?”

The spotlight was on James, and his shirt collar casted a dark shadow between his collarbones, making his eyes grow colder.

“Mr. Harvey misunderstood me,”

Lorenzo wanted to seem less eager, but still had trouble to resume a relaxed style, “I just wanted to ask why, so I could learn from my mistakes.”

“It has nothing to do with the project you proposed. The Harvey Group had some financial problems lately.”

James stood up, “I have to deal with some other things. I will take my leave now.”

He spoke politely, but there was no such thing as ‘politeness’ when he was doing business.

After saying that, he just opened the door and left, not caring about the responses of the others there.

A few people in the room followed as he stood up. They sat down after the door was closed.

Lorenzo was the only one still standing with a glass of wine in his hand. The color of his face was like that of a spilled inkplate.

The Harvey Group was one of the largest domestic companies with excellent capital chain management and had become the popular case for finance professors in top universities.

Now James said that there was a problem with the financial chain, which was obviously an excuse, a very lame excuse.

“When I revealed my intention to cooperate with Mr. Chante last time, you refused.

It turned out that Mr. Chante already had an ideal partner.”

One of them said, laughing.

“But unfortunately, this ideal partner doesn’t seem to be satisfied with Mr. Chante ‘s project.”

“I’ve also heard quite a lot about this new project of the Chante Group recently, and I’ve heard the Return On Investment is very impressive, so there is no reason that Mr. Harvey should give up the cake that’s being delivered to his mouth.”

“Maybe he’s not unhappy with the project, but rather he doesn’t like the Mr. Chante’s daughter, a cleaning worker.”

A few people mocked overtly and covertly.

Lorenzo’s face went from blue to white and from white to red, as colorful as a palette.

He put down his glass and picked up his briefcase, “I have a few things to deal with in my company, so I’ll go first.”

“Don’t be too sad, Mr. Chante, you’re not to blame for this.

After all, no one wants to give birth to a murderer, so blame your daughter for pissing off the person whom she cannot afford to piss off.”

The man who did not get along well with Lorenzo gloated and said.

Lorenzo suppressed his anger and chuckled.

“My daughter is such a laughing stock, Mr. Sorala, just take Angela as a forewarning and take care of your own daughter.

I’ve heard that she got herself into scandals with some celebrities, and I don’t know if your relatives by marrige will mind.”

The smile on the man’s face was gone in an instant.

Seeing this, Lorenzo felt much more comfortable and went out.

Angela wipped the floor in a daze, unable to tell how she felt.

As a stranger, Raya came to the Dream Club to apologize for not being able to help her, while her biological father humiliated her in front of James for his own good.

The difference was so obvious that she couldn’t even lie to herself.

“Angela.”

Lorenzo walked to her and called her with a livid face.

Angela straightened up, her eyes full of mixed feelings.

He called her “Angel” for 20 years, but now he was calling her “Angela”…

But she felt relieved after a while. He didn’t even want her as his daughter anymore, so it was no big deal to call her “Angela”.

She held her mop and scoffed.

“Mr. Chante is finally willing to speak to me, a murderer?”

“Stop talking to me with such a strange tone.”

Lorenzo reproached her with a furrowed brow.

“In what identity do you ask me?”

Angela laughed softly, a sneer between her eyes, “As a ‘father’?

Or an honored guest of the Dream Club?”

People came and went in the corridor, looking at these two people from time to time and saying something.

Their voices were so low that Lorenzo couldn’t hear them, but he heard what two of the Dream Club princesses said as they passed by-.

“Isn’t she the murderer?

She was actually Lorenzo’s daughter!!!”

” Lorenzo donates so much money and stuff to the poor, who knows if it’s for show.

If he’s such a good man, how can his daughter be a murderer?”

Lorenzo’s face turned red and was so ashamed that he wanted to find a hole in the ground to get into.

He looked angrily at Angela and lowered his voice.

“Come with me.”

After saying that, he went toward the stairwell. He walked so fast as if a ferocious monster was chasing him.

Angela looked at his back, unable to tell if she was angry or disappointed.

Even if James wasn’t here, her dad who used to love her wouldn’t stand shoulder to shoulder with her in public…. He felt it was humiliating.

She pursed her lips and hesitated. Finally, she put down her cleaning tools and followed him.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“I have a question for you, was Greyson’s wound on his head caused by you?”

Lorenzo pointed at her and shouted, trying to lower his voice.

“Yes!”

Angela looked at him, not sure what else to expect, “I was desperate and wanted to commit suicide.

Greyson attempted to save me and was hit…”

Slap!

She was interrupted by a loud slap.

Angela covered the right side of her face, burning, and looked straight into Lorenzo’s eyes. She was astonished at first, but was finally overwhelmed by bitterness and disappointment.