Desperate Lovers

"Let's go."

James ignored her attitude and easily avoided her hand, "You push the wheelchair."

Angela stood still, not moving, just looking straight at him, "Does it have to be like this?"

"Angela, I don't have much patience."

James shook his champagne and takes a sip, his Adam's apple rolling in a sexy, glamorous manner.

But to Angela, as charming as he was, he was just a demon.

And she, as a nobody, had no other choice but to obey before the demon.

She dropped her head, smiled to herself, and resigned to the back of the wheelchair.

Jessica and she were so different in James's heart. Why did she think he would listen to her?

"I'd rather have my brother do it."

Jessica hid jealousy and resentment deep in her eyes, but her face was filled with concern, "Angela is already looked down by the others for coming here in her work uniform.

If she pushes my wheelchair, I'm afraid people would think she was my maid."

"She doesn't mind it at all. Why do you care?"

Danis said with a cold face and walked away.

"Thank you, Angela."

Jessica smiled meekly, "Just follow my brother, my parents and the others are over there."

"Don't you get tired of acting like this every day?"

Angela pushes her wheelchair, speaking in mockery.

Jessica looked surprised, innocent and confused, "Acting?

Why can't I understand what you're talking about?"

Angela, disgusted by her, pursed her lips and didn't say anything. She just pushed the wheelchair quietly and followed Danis.

Not much later, they were in front of Jessica's parents.

Angela stopped just before she was pushed away by Adeline, Jessica's mother.

Adeline had a big strength. Angela had no defense, her body stumbled and thumped into the table behind her.

Splash...

The table rubbed against the floor with a screeching sound, and the wine and food clattered all over the floor.

Angela fell to the ground, her tailbone hurting from the fall, biting her lip, a thin layer of sweat breaking out on her forehead. Seeing this, James furrowed and took a step forward, but quickly retreated, watching indifferently.

"Jessica, are you OK?"

Adeline examined Jessica up and down, not hiding the concern on her face, "How did this murderer end up with you? Did she hurt you?"

"Mom, don't say that about Angela, she used to be my best friend after all."

Jessica wiggled her showy eyebrows, looking a little upset.

"You treat her as your friend but what does she think of you?"

Adeline choked, "Back then, if it wasn't for the timly rescue, I don't know whether you are...you are in this world."

It was so much noisy here that numerous people looked around and pointed at Angela on the ground-.

"Isn't she in jail for attempted murder?

Why she is here?"

"Miss Jessica is kind-hearted. She used to be her best friend, she didn't charge her with intentional murder, so she was released after two years in jail." "Miss Jessica is just kind-hearted, Angela was trying to kill her but she still treats her nice."

"Why did security let her in?

Who can keep us safe here?"

Angela sat on the floor, biting her lip, and never letting go. Eventually, her lip was hurt and blood spread in her mouth.

In a trance, these people behaved in a mocking, snide, dismissive or fearful way that coincided with what happened two years ago.

She was pale and her body couldn't stop shaking.

Why did no one believe her? She didn't do anything at all!

Angela looked up at James in a begging manner.

But he stood there with the champagne, looking down on her. His eyes were cold and full of disgust.

She opened her lips, but her throat was like being blocked by a lump of cotton and she couldn't say a word.

She looked around blankly, Danis, Jessica, Aunt Adeline, Uncle Smith and those famous and powerful people...She basically knew everyone here, but they were all looking at her with disgust, as if they were looking at a maggot.

"Aren't you going to stand up, or are you waiting for someone to hold you up"

James plucked at her with cold eyes. His voice was clear.

"She should be in pain from the fall and can't stand up on her own."

Jessica spun her wheelchair to reach Angela and held out a hand worriedly, "Are you OK?

Do you want to go to the hospital?"

Looking around, Angela could clearly see the smugness hidden deep in Jessica's eyes.

Ignoring her outstretched hand, she braced her hands on the ground and slowly struggled to her feet.

Her jagged bangs flew up from the action she'd just taken, revealing her obvious crescent bruise, and there was wine spilled on her crotch.

Not far away, someone pointed at her and laughed unabashedly, laughing at her clothes, her scars, her pants that looked like she was pissing.

And the man she once loved with her life stood coldly beside her, trampling her dignity with the same impunity as the partygoers, "Don't just stand there, clean this place up. I know this is your job."

"Ok..."

Angela lowered her head in response, hearing her own voice trembling.

Without glancing at anyone, she asked the waiter for cleaning tools and dangled her eyes to clean the floor quietly in the eyes of the crowd. "Angela,"

Cathleen came over and kicked Angela, who was squatting on the floor, "Here, your bolosom friends want to know if you clean the toilet?

What if I can't flush the toilet?

Do you clear it up with your hands?"

Angela stood up and took a look at the debutantes who were her bolosom friends two years ago. Then she gazed at Cathleen quietly,

Her gaze made Cathleen uncomfortable, "I'm asking you a question!"

"Someone's about to jump on your boyfriend."

Angela withdrew her gaze and tossed the rag into the bucket. She carried the bucket out of the ballroom while Cathleen was distracted to look for Danis.

She put her things back and headed back to the party when she met Danis at the door.

She just gave him a faint glance and withdrew her gaze, ready to cross him.

But he suddenly tugged at her as she passed, pulling her towards the stairway

"Leave me alone!"

Angela struggled hard.

Danis stopped and turned to look at her, "Don't move if you don't want to draw others' attention."

Angela pursed her lips. She walked with him into the stairway, and asked.

"What do you want from me?"

"How's your leg?"

Danis said, crouching down to take her pants.

Angela stepped back, avoiding his touch, "It's none of your business."

"After kneeling for so long that day and not taking my ointment, you're not afraid of ruining your leg?"

Danis looked up at her, with annoyance.

Angela didn't bother to tangle with him and repeated, "It's none of your business."

She didn't want to have any trouble with the Smith family for the rest of her life, and she couldn't afford to mess with their family.

When she finished, she wanted to go outside while Danis grabbed her shoulder from behind.0000