Chapter 633
After posting on Twitter, Angel couldn’t help butugh <b>as </b>thements poured in, full of jealousy.
“This trash still has the nerve to show
to show up”
“Being a celebrity must be lucrative. She’spletely washed up, yet she still has so many baxury items”
“The entertainment industry’s standards are dropping. How does trash like her have so much money!”
“<b>s</b><b>, </b>We’re justmon folks. Just leave her alone!“
Angel ignored thements, thinking these people were just jealous. It didn’t matter to her what they said. It wouldn’t hurt her, anyway. She was indifferent to their <b>opinions</b>.
Enjoying herself, Angel called for room service and set up a candlelight dinner, admiring her jewelry while cutting into her steak. She waspletely an ease.
However, it didn’t take long before someone took notice.
Half an hourter, there were loud knocks on her door.
The sudden noise made Angel frown tightly
“Who is it?” she called out, annoyed.
Opening the door ready to scold whoever was there, she was startled to see Fred standing in front of her.
The sight of Fred made her instinctively try to close the door, but Fred stuck his foot in to stop it
“Angel, you bitch! Hiding here from me? Fred’s words <b>struck </b>fear into Ang
Knowing Fred had been kicked out of the Grant family. Angel had taken the money and ran<b>, </b>trying to stay far from him. But he had still <b>found </b>her.
Angel took <b>a </b>deep breath and said, “So what<b>? </b>We have nothing to do with each other. Fred, if you don’t leave, 111 <b>call </b>the police.”
Fred sneered, “I can leave, but you need to give me back my things.”
Angel’s face <b>darkened</b>. “What things?”
“Don’t y dumb” He grabbed her <b>hair</b>. <b>Tve </b>had enough of you! Those jewels and paintings, they belong to the Grant <b>family</b>”
Angel fell guilty and regretted not blocking Fred on social media. She had even shared her location, which allowed him to track her down.
“Let go of me?” she shouted. “If <b>you </b>want them, go get them yourself Whye to me!”
Fred Laughed coldly. “Think you’re tough, huh? Angel. I’ll count to three. If you don’t give them to me, you’ll regret it.”
Fred barged in, spotting the jewelry on the bed. He shoved Angel <b>aside </b>and started grabbing the items.
Angel jumped <b>at </b>him. “Get off! These are mine!”
Yours! Angel, you bitch! Without me, where would you get these jewels‘ Get lost!” Fred dragged her <b>out </b>
Angel screamed. “These are mine. <b>Valerie </b>agreed <b>to </b>give <b>them </b>to me, so they’re mine. Help, robbery<b>!</b>”
Fred, losing patience<b>, </b><b>pped </b>her <b>hard</b>. <b>Angel’s </b>face swelled up <b>immediately</b><b>, </b>and she fought back, scratching his face.
“You <b>bastard</b>, <b>you </b>coward! You used to be <b>valued </b>by the <b>Grant </b>family, but <b>now </b><b>you’re </b>nothing! How dare you hit me!”
Angel fought like a wildcat, wing at Fred, who was now furious. He <b>kicked </b>her away.
<b>With </b><b>a </b><b>crash</b>, Angel collided with the table, <b>knocking </b>over items, and the candles quickly sen the tablecloth on fire.
Fred tried to put out the fire but, in his panic, he grabbed a bottle of wine and poured it on the mes.
With a whoosh, the mes leaped high, nearly singeing his hair. Enraged, Fred kicked Angel again.
Fred said, “Damn it, I can’t even get a meal, and you’re here having a candlelight dinner, bitch!”
“Ouch! Let go of me!” Angel said.
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Memones of previous beatings flooded back <b>as </b>Angel struggled “Help”
Fred, showing no mercy, growled, “Scream all you want. No one’sing to save you <b>today</b>!”
Angel, her face turning blue from the beating, couldn’t say another word.
Fred finally let her <b>go</b>, grabbed the jewelry, and ran. Angel clung to his leg, refusing to let go. “If I were done for, so were you! Give me my money back! Give it back?
The fallen candles had now set the table aze, filling the room with smoke.
Fred, now frightened, couldn’t shake her off. He had to drag her out When he tried <b>to </b>go back for the items, the painting was already burning and
the bed was ame
The fire blocked his way. Furious, Fred stomped his feet
The hotel rm red, and Fred panicked. Angel still tried to go back for the items, but the fire spread too <b>fast</b><b>, </b>making it impossible. Content rights by N?velDr//ama.Org.
Angel screamed <b>and </b>turned to Fred, hitting him. “Bastardt’s all your fault! Give me back my jewelry! My painting!”
The fire consumed everything in the room, leaving Angel in shock. Fred, feeling helpless, slumped to the floor.
He had nned to take back his things from this wretched woman but hadn’t expected this oue.
He kicked Angel again. “Useless! You can’t even protect anything. What good are you!”
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