Let Me Go, Mr. Harvey

If no one answers two more calls, he’ll call the police!

However, there was still no answer.

Greyson, annoyed and worried as he listened to the female voice on the other end of the phone alerting him that there was no answer, pressed the phone and started calling 911.

But 9 had only just pressed the button when a strong man approached, “Excuse me, are you Mr. Greyson?”

“Who are you?” The man looked somewhat familiar, but Greyson couldn’t place the number for a moment.

The man said respectfully, “I am Miss. Angela’s bodyguard. She is a bit unwell and has gone back to rest first and asked me to tell you.”

When he said that, Greyson remembered that this man was indeed Angela’s bodyguard.

It’s just, “Why didn’t she tell me if she wasn’t feeling well and went home first? Even if she wasn’t feeling well, I could have picked up the phone, right?”

Angela wanted to talk to you, but you were talking to some people and it was not a good idea for her to go over and interrupt. She left her mobile phone at home and didn’t bring it out, that’s why you didn’t answer the phone.”

He finished and was ready to go.

Greyson called out to him, frowning, “Wait! Since Angela’s not feeling well, I’ll go back with you and see what’s wrong with her.”

Angela has not been well since she got out of prison. She is pregnant now and if any old illnesses return, it would be better to go to the hospital.

He walked to the Ferrari, opened the door and got in, shouting at his bodyguard, “Are you going back in my car, or do you have your own?”Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Seeing that he had even started the car, a flash of panic crossed the bodyguard’s face, “Miss. Angela said that she was not feeling well and wanted to go back to take a good rest, your going over to visit her might disturb her rest.”

“Angela doesn’t sleep well, she must be up when I arrive, I’ll check on her and leave without disturbing her rest.” Greyson is a hothead and hates it when people dilly-dally, “Get in the car!”

He had his foot on the gas, ready to go.

The bouncer was afraid that if he did go over there, things would be bad if he didn’t see Angela by then, “Mr. Greyson, Miss. Angela has been back for a while, she should be asleep by now, I think ……”

Greyson is getting impatient, “First Angela disappears, then Angela doesn’t answer her phone, and now you’re stopping me from going to see Angela …… It’s not like you’ve done something to Angela and are afraid I’ll find out, is it? ”

In fact, he was just bored by the whole bodyguard thing and said so casually.

After all, this is Harvey family territory, there are so many people attending the funeral, and James hired these bodyguards, so Angela shouldn’t have any problems!

But the bodyguard thought he had found something, his heart was in his throat, and in his desperation he came up with an explanation.

“Mrs. Angela has broken her arm and it’s all because of Miss. Angela, she doesn’t know how to face you and Mrs. Angela now!”

Greyson had tried so hard to ignore it that it came back to him at the mention of it.

Angela does deliberately avoid him, and his wife, these days ……

“All right. You go back and keep an eye on Angela, and call me if it’s bad.”

Greyson handed the bouncer a card and, after receiving an answer from the latter, drove off in a distraught state.

Almost as he drove away, a middle-aged man came running up.

He looked at Greyson’s car and sighed heavily. He had just looked at a woman who had been made to look quite like Miss. Angela and had wanted to speak to Mr. Greyson, but he was late and he didn’t have Mr. Greyson’s phone number ……

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Ouch.

The neck hurts.

Angela frowned and opened her eyes, sitting up sharply the moment she saw the ceiling.

Ela wants to get rid of her baby and has someone rape her!

Angela quickly touched up to the small of her stomach, the tiny bump was still there, she was relieved and lifted the covers again to look at her body.

The clothes were still there and there were no suspicious marks on them.

Angela moved her aching neck and surveyed the room she was in. It was unfamiliar and, judging by the layout, should be a guest room.

Where is this?

Angela scanned around and saw no cameras before she got out of bed, walked carefully to the door and turned the doorknob.

Luckily, it’s not locked.

She pressed her ear to the door for a moment, hearing no movement, and then prepared to open the door and go out. But no sooner had the door opened a crack than she closed it again and turned back.

Going through the doorway was too easy to spot, and Angela went around to the window, where she could have followed the sheets down if the floor wasn’t too high.

It was true that the floor was not very high, but below it was the pool. In this weather, in her condition, she would be asking for her own death if she took a trip into the icy water.

Angela went around the room, there were no vases, no water glasses or anything else she could use to defend herself.

In the end she only found one pen, so she had no choice but to take this one, which she could barely manage.

Angela exited the door very discreetly, but had just taken two steps when she came face to face with a maid.

Her body stiffened for a moment, and before she could think of how to react to what was to come, she heard the maid say, “Miss. Angela, Mrs. Ela is waiting for you downstairs.”

She hadn’t seen the camera just now either, so how did Ela know she was out?

Angela touched the pen in her pocket and nodded. She was in Ela’s hands now, and there was little she could do to refuse, I’m afraid.

I wonder how many people are down there and if Ela is taking her straight to an abortion