Desperate Lovers

The on-lookers were shocked.

Felix changed his expression and looked at James, wondering why.

"James, what do you mean by doing that?"

James took back his long leg, and looked at Angela who was stunned and smiled.

"Didn't you say there was nothing to play?

Then you have something to play with now."

Only the one who fell into the pool knew how cold the water was in the winter, but no one dared to speak.

Who was James? He was powerful enough to turn the whole City B upside down.

His social status was far higher than the on-lookers here.

It could be known from the name that he had power in hand instead of relying on his family.

Felix didn't dare to annoy James although his family wasn't just a small family.

Looking at Angela who was held by James in his arms, he realized something at once.

"She is yours. Sorry, it’s all my fault."

James didn't deny it, looking down at the table and casually raising a glass, "You said everyone was just trying to have fun.

You can have fun the way you like. I am sorry to disturb you! As an apology, it’s all on my account."

"How can we do that."

"It's your birthday, so naturally I should pay the bill.

guys have fun, I'll

and turned

him were extremely

in the pool didn’t dare to say anything until they disappeared from the rooftop. Then

pull

half-packed bottle of wine which Angela had packed, his face was

tugged into the elevator by James clutching her

closed, she was flung aside like a piece of trash by him. She subconsciously held onto the elevator wall due to her injured

at her and smiled

what would you

Striptease in public?

Will you!”

“I...”

came, she already had the

came just in time. After a pause, she

I'll

frowned and said in a

was right about what

you're such a

hook up with a

Will you!”

“Yes.”

her

what

murderer, abandoned by my family, ostracized by my co-workers, and trampled

small thing and my future days are going to be like this. Who can I count on to

eyes were

look, but

her as if something had pricked him in the chest, not

“What are you saying?”