Let Me Go, Mr. Harvey

Wham!

Her forehead hit the window glass hard and was hurt a little bit.

Angela rubbed it gently as she lifted her head to see what was happening.

The driver cursed and got out of the car.

As soon as he saw that he hit a Bentley, his face turned green.

“What a bad luck day. I knew that transporting the dregs of society from prison every day wouldn’t do me any good, sure it wouldn’t!”

While Angela was getting out of the car, she got pushed by the grumpy driver and fell heavily into the snow.

People looked at her curiously as well as disdainfully. Her face was pale and she hung her head in shame and pain.

Until, a pair of shiny leather shoes came into her view.

She froze for a moment and then peered up along the handmade trousers and saw the face that had appeared in her dreams so many times…

The year when Angela was born, Mrs. Chante asked someone to predict her future fortune. The man said she’d had a good life for the first twenty years, but the rest of her life would be extra rough.

After all these years, the prophecy unexpectedly came true.

James seems to be even more handsome than two years ago. The way he looked at her aversively was no different from two years ago.

She stared at him blankly before suddenly realizing how ugly she was now. Then she lowered her head and struggled to get up from the ground, but when she moved, her shoulder was pressed against by a black umbrella in his hand.

“Without seeing you for two years, you are a dumb now? Can’t even say hello?”

Her legs ached terribly, and being pressed against by him like that was like her knee being needled. The weather was freezing, but she was painfully sweaty. Gritting her teeth, she spoke in a shaky voice, “Mr. Harvey, long time no see!”

James looked at her condescendingly. He couldn’t see clearly in the car. And when he got out and found it was actually Angela. He already forgot today was her release date.

Honestly, Angela changed a lot.

She had her hair cut to her ears as required by the detention house, instead of the long, well-cared hair. Her face was as sallow and dry as the dead straw with a couple overlapped scars.

She no longer jibed with the elated lady of the Chante Family.

But he wasn’t surprised. How could you expect her to have a pretty look when she just got out from prison? When seeing how embarrassed Angela was, James appeared to be more frigid than the blizzard tonight.

“You look different.”

Angela stunned. She raised her head, and found James was lighting up a cigarette. His charming face was silhouetted by the rising smokes, which made him more coquettish.

James chuckled lightly, “Now that the driver affirms himself to be unlucky today, we can just leave him like this. Take the employee number down, Lee. And send him the compensation contract later.” He told his secretary.

All at once, those words came like a thunderbolt to the driver.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Angela rooted there. She didn’t know how to respond. She was too nervous to move. James was still as decisive and brutal as he was two years ago, leaving no margin at all.

Angela didn’t dare to provoke him.

“Mr. Harvey, if there’s nothing else, can I leave now?”

“You want to leave?” He caught the word and raised her chin up by his fingertips, saying in cold voice, “Angela, you should know that, two years are a rather short period to expiate your guilt.”

Angela shivered out of fear, instead of the cold weather.

Every time she thought of the terrible torture in prison, she began to tremble all over.

When she went to jail, the Chante Family abandoned her undoubtedly. No one ever came to visit her in the past two years.

She knew it was James’s command. She was like a fish on the chopping board for him, to be slaughtered with no resistance.

But now…