Let Me Go, Mr. Harvey

She looked up at him, “Don’t worry, even if I die, you and your sister won’t be invited to the funeral. I don’t ever want to see you two again in my life.”

“Angela,” Danis clutched the ointment tightly, his light tinged with upset, “You’re the one who did the wrong thing, not me or Jessica.”

Even if they wouldn’t meet, it was because he and Jessica didn’t want to see her, not the other way around.

Angela moved the corner of her mouth and sneered expressionlessly.

“It was a mistake for me to come here. People like you who refuse to change your mistake deserve whatever you get, not to mention just kneeling for two hours, kneeling for two days and two years are reasonable!” Danis turned to the elevator and threw the ointment into the dustbin.

The ointment collided with the dustbin and made an unpleasant thud sound, making the atmosphere in the hallway more depressing.

The supervisor blushed furiously and was about to punish her when a door to a box opened and a head showed up, “Cleaner, come here. Someone vomited.”

“Yes, sir.”

Angela took her cleaning tools and went inside the room.

The smell of cigarettes, alcohol, women’s perfume and the sour smell of vomit were mixed together in the room, and Angela could barely breathe.

“Excuse me.” She said, taking the rag to the coffee table and couch which were stained with a large amount of vomitus.

A clear, delighted female voice sounded and was particularly obvious in a smoky haze, and several men who were flirting with the woman looked at Angela..

“I thought it was an old woman, but it’s a pretty girl!”

“The face is pretty, but I can’t see the body.

How about you take off your clothes to let me check. If it’s good, you can be my woman from now on, how about that?”

“Are you blind or something? You can’t tell that she got a good ass?! Beauty, be with me, you’ll definitely make more money than working here!”

Those men were talking dirty here.

While Angela just turned a deaf ear to their word, and took a rag to clean up the vomitus.

The sticky feeling of the rag on her hands and the sour, rotten smell coiling around her nostrils made her stomach churn. She put up with it with teeth gritted.

“I’ve got dirt on my shoes too, why not come here and wipe it for me?” The man stared at her beautiful buttock straight, his look was filthy.

Angela stood up and took a step back, trying to keep down the churning in her stomach, “The rag is dirty. I’ll get a new one.”Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

She wanted to leave as soon as possible.

“Not necessary!” The man stopped her with a frivolous look, “I don’t mind, beauty. ”

With her head down, Angela didn’t move and clutched the rag in her hand. Vomitus ran down the rag and dropped onto her shoes and her clothes, which was disgusting.

Several people saw it. They moved away from her with obvious dislike.

But the man who was talking dirty was still staring at her, looking at her body back and forth blatantly.

Licking her dry lips, she walked over to him and crouched down. Before she could see where the dirt was on his shoes, the man suddenly reached for her hair and pulled it toward him.

With a sound of thud, she fell to her knees and leaned back unconsciously, then she realized she was kneeling down between his legs.

People were laughing out loud and someone even whistled.

While Angela was on her knees, like a toy, being teased and made fun of, she couldn’t be more embarrassed.

She pressed her hands to the dirty rag, her short hair covering her restrained expression.

She bit her lips so tightly that her body was shaking.

There was an ashtray on the coffee table, enough to crack this man’s head!

She raised her hand to the coffee table, but drew back as she touched the edge of the ashtray.

She would annoy James if she did this…

“Young lady,” The man dragged her hair frivolously and tossed a wad of money onto the table. He said with a lustful and malicious look, “Have sex with me and the money is yours, what do you think?”

Angela was forced to look at his face with foundation and her stomach churned. She tried her best to keep from vomiting.

People were laughing loudly in the room.

“Come on, pretty girl, it’s more money than you make as a cleaner!”

“Buddy, you are really thirsty, aren’t you? She is just a cleaner who spends her days cleaning toilets and cleaning up filthy places, you should at least let her have a bath first.”