Let Me Go, Mr. Harvey

Jessica stared at her for a while, clenching the arms of her wheelchair, and let out a gentle sigh, “Why do you bother to mock the way I talk and behave, just to make me sick?”

“Oh yeah?” Angela replied in surprise, “You are also aware of how sick the way you usually talk and behave is?”

Jessica pinched her lips together, remaining a poker face while staring at Angela. She then tried to stand up, but sat back again halfway, with her whole body braced.

Angela was literally a different person.

“Thank you for your caring. As expected, cabbage and needle mushroom are yummy in hot pot.” A smile flickered across Angela’s lips.

Jessica kept staring at her without a word, but Angela seemingly took no notice of it, dipping whatever she favored into the boiling soup to satisfy her apparent good appetite.

“You don’t ask me out to pick a quarrel with me, do you?” The smell of the pig lung made her feel like throwing up, but she had to restrain herself.

As people became meddlesome, there must be someone among the girls or others who would post it online if she threw up in front of Angela.

Once she had done something damaging her family’s interests … She frowned at the thought of possible consequences.

Angela picked up a dish of shrimp paste and put some into the spicy soup. “How could I do that? I ask you out just to see how you are doing since I haven’t seen you for a long time.”

“Not good really, out of guilt.” Jessica sighed, “I don’t feel well recently, so would you mind if I leave first for I have an appointment with the doctor?”

Angela picked up a piece of shrimp paste and swallowed. She chuckled and asked, “A delay of the treatment or a scandal of yours, which do you think is more terrible?”

“Both.” Jessica turned blue in her face, “A hard choice.”

Angela asked unconcernedly, “What if you have to choose one?”

Jessica turned to her, with various expressions quickly shifting on her face. It had been quite a while before Jessica answered softly, “I owe you anyway, so you can be blunt to me if there’s anything I can do for you. I will comply as long as it’s within my reach.”

Impatience was the last thing needed in a negotiation. Once you asked a question first, you lost the upper hand arguably. Usually, it must be Angela who did it first, but this time it was Jessica.

“The Chante Group recently cooperated with the Smith Group on a new program, with the latter’s over 160 million balance to be paid. As its chief financial officer, you must be aware of it, right?” asked Angela.

Jessica said in surprise, “I really have no idea about this. 160 million may be significant to common people, but to the Smith Group it’s only small fry, which doesn’t deserve my concern.”

Both the Chante Group and the Smith Group were worth tens of billions of dollars. To the laymen, among whom had been Angela, some 100 million must be nothing to them.

With her saying so, Jessica was obviously taking advantage of Angela’s ignorance on this.

Angela had been playing the fool for a long time, and she thought it’s time for a showdown. “Pay the balance to the Chante Group before midnight, or I will make the dirt of the Smith Group’s public, announcing you are aiming at me.”

At the sight of Jessica playing with her cellphone, Angela chuckled, “As your friend, I remind you not to try to record my words and expose me. That would worsen your image to the public for they would consider you are framing me again.”

What Angela said certainly had also been taken into Jessica’s consideration. She bit her lip before replying, “You are too suspicious. I was just checking the time.”

She showed the screen to Angela, and then put the cellphone on the table.

“You didn’t need to show me that, and I believe in you because you don’t use such poor tricks.” Angela picked up a piece of tripe and swished it in the soup, then dipped it in a flavored sesame sauce. It tasted good.

Without a clear response, Jessica cast her eyes onto Angela’s belly and said thoughtfully, “I heard you are pregnant? But you don’t look like in your two-month pregnancy.”

Crack!

Angela’s chopsticks fell off to the ground. She turned a sour face and took a glance at Jessica before bending down to pick them up.Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

“The chopsticks got dirty.” Jessica called a waiter, “Please bring me a new pair. Thank you.”

Maybe for her panic, Angela split some sesame sauce onto her lime hoodie, blurring a large strip. With a sullen look, Angela asked through clenched teeth, “What do you mean?”

The waiter came back with a new pair of chopsticks, added some soup into the hot pot for the two, and turned down the heat.

“Nothing.” Jessica blinked and a smile reoccured on her face. “As a reminder, you don’t push me, and neither will I push you. We never interfere with each other from now on. Wouldn’t it be fine?”

Angela changed her countenance, holding her fists tightly without a word.

“I’m not familiar with Lawson, but I know he is hot-tempered, who can’t stand being deceived by others. I heard that James once lied to him that he had done his homework. As a result, he got beaten, even went to the hospital.” Jessica said with concern.

Angela looked at Jessica, with a few rapid blinks, and said with deep gloom, “Are you threatening me?”

“Don’t say that way. It’s just tit-for-tat.” Jessica said slowly, “Angela, you reconciled with James, and I want to congratulate you on it.

“But you shouldn’t bully people at will relying on James’s favor. It’s not fair to others, isn’t it?”

Angela’s lime hoodie had a big V collar, exposing her skin above the collarbone. While Jessica was talking to her, she peeked at her neck and found there were a few new love bites there.

If she was indeed two months pregnant when the fetus was still in an unstable state, how dare they make out? Even other couples might do that, but James would never take the risk.

Angela forced a smile and said, “I always look slim, so I’m still in normal shape during the second month of pregnancy.”

“Oh yeah?” questioned Jessica, staring at her with a smile.

Angela didn’t turn her head away from Jessica, but with a furtive gaze.

“Felix took me to a check-up, and Lawson took me to do it one more time. Do you think I can play any trick under their eyes?”

Jessica shook her head, “Of course not.”

Angela was not so able.

“It’s half past one now, ten hours and a half before midnight, and you can go and get the Smith Group ready to pay the balance,” Angela said with apparent relief.

“I just said you are not that able, but I don’t believe you are pregnant.” Jessica chuckled, “Sometimes, fortune could coincidently help people do bad things, for example, deceiving.”