Chapter 34 Are You Questioning Me?
People in the room could obviously feel that James wasn''t in a good mood.
From the moment Ang went out, no one dared to speak again.
It was Lorenzo who became much more rxed and resumed his previously elegant and easygoing
style.
He poured wine for a few people and chuckled lightly.
"Don''t let irrelevant people ruin our night, let''s continue drinking."
He clinked sses with a few people and drank it all down.
The atmosphere in the room was getting better, as if Ang hadn''t appeared there at all.
It was just the smoke that was lighted and put off again and again. James sat in the middle of the room.
He seemed to be in a very low spirit.
Lorenzo had been drinking with people and became a little bolder, but he was still cautious when
speaking to James, "Mr. Harvey, what do you think of thetest project of mypany?"
The payback on this new project was very impressive if it was well done.”
But the disadvantage was that this project was so big that too many aspects were involved. In terms of
financial or other aspects, it cannot bepleted by the Chante Group alone
“Not bad.”
The cigarette had burned to the end and James threw the butt into the ashtray.
Hearing this, the people in the room had their own ideas, but none of them did not envy.
There weren''t many projects that James would say yes to.
The Chante Group was lucky to be on board with James this time. Nobody can estimate how much
money they would make in one year.
Lorenzo was also unabashedly happy to be working with the Harvey Group, and he was sure to make
a lot of money on this project.
And if they got one chance to work together, there would be a second and third ......
"But the Harvey Group is not interested in this project at the moment, sorry."
Noticing that Lorenzo was happy to cooperate with him, James said softly with a sense of tease in his
eyes.
Lorenzo''s smile froze on his face, as if he''d been poured from head to toe by a bucket of cold water.
In a moment of desperation, he asked.
"If Mr. Harvey thinks this project is okay, why don''t you cooperate with me?"
Lorenzo had been preparing for the project for nearly two years and he had been trying to cooperate
with the Harvey Group all the time.
And James did show his intention to cooperate just now, why did he suddenly change his mind?
"Are you questioning me?"
The spotlight was on James, and his shirt cor casted a dark shadow between his corbones,
making his eyes grow colder.
“Mr. Harvey misunderstood me,"
Lorenzo wanted to seem less eager, but still had trouble to resume a rxed style, "I just wanted to ask
why, so I could learn from my mistakes."
"It has nothing to do with the project you proposed. The Harvey Group had some financial problems
James stood up, "I have to deal with some other things. I will take my leave now."
He spoke politely, but there was no such thing as ''politeness'' when he was doing business.
After saying that, he just opened the door and left, not caring about the responses of the others there.
A few people in the room followed as he stood up. They sat down after the door was closed.
Lorenzo was the only one still standing with a ss of wine in his hand. The color of his face was like
that of a spilled inkte.
The Harvey Group was one of thergest domesticpanies with excellent capital chain
management and had be the popr case for finance professors in top universities.
Now James said that there was a problem with the financial chain, which was obviously an excuse, a
veryme excuse.
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“When I revealed my intention to cooperate with Mr. Chantest time, you refused.
It turned out that Mr. Chante already had an ideal partner."
One of them said,ughing.
"But unfortunately, this ideal partner doesn’t seem to be satisfied with Mr. Chante ''s project."
"I''ve also heard quite a lot about this new project of the Chante Group recently, and I''ve heard the
Return On Investment is very impressive, so there is no reason that Mr. Harvey should give up the
cake that''s being delivered to his mouth."
"Maybe he''s not unhappy with the project, but rather he doesn''t like the Mr. Chante''s daughter, a
cleaning worker."
A few people mocked overtly and covertly.
Lorenzo''s face went from blue to white and from white to red, as colorful as a palette.
He put down his ss and picked up his briefcase, "I have a few things to deal with in mypany, so
I''ll go first."
"Don''t be too sad, Mr. Chante, you''re not to me for this.
After all, no one wants to give birth to a murderer, so me your daughter for pissing off the person
whom she cannot afford to piss off."
The man who did not get along well with Lorenzo gloated and said.
Lorenzo suppressed his anger and chuckled.
“My daughter is such aughing stock, Mr. Sor, just take Ang as a forewarning and take care of
your own daughter.
I''ve heard that she got herself into scandals with some celebrities, and I don''t know if your rtives by
marrige will mind."
The smile on the man''s face was gone in an instant.
Seeing this, Lorenzo felt much morefortable and went out.
Ang wipped the floor in a daze, unable to tell how she felt.
As a stranger, Raya came to the Dream Club to apologize for not being able to help her, while her
biological father humiliated her in front of James for his own good.
The difference was so obvious that she couldn''t even lie to herself.
"Ang."
Lorenzo walked to her and called her with a livid face.
Ang straightened up, her eyes full of mixed feelings.
He called her “Angel” for 20 years, but now he was calling her “Ang”...
But she felt relieved after a while. He didn''t even want her as his daughter anymore, so it was no big
deal to call her “Ang”.
She held her mop and scoffed.
"Mr. Chante is finally willing to speak to me, a murderer?"
"Stop talking to me with such a strange tone.”
Lorenzo reproached her with a furrowed brow.
“In what identity do you ask me?"
Angughed softly, a sneer between her eyes, “As a ‘father’?
Or an honored guest of the Dream Club?"
People came and went in the corridor, looking at these two people from time to time and saying
something.
Their voices were so low that Lorenzo couldn''t hear them, but he heard what two of the Dream Club
princesses said as they passed by-.
"Isn''t she the murderer?
She was actually Lorenzo''s daughter!!!"
" Lorenzo donates so much money and stuff to the poor, who knows if it''s for show.
If he''s such a good man, how can his daughter be a murderer?"
Lorenzo’s face turned red and was so ashamed that he wanted to find a hole in the ground to get into.
He looked angrily at Ang and lowered his voice.
“Come with me."
After saying that, he went toward the stairwell. He walked so fast as if a ferocious monster was chasing
him.
Ang looked at his back, unable to tell if she was angry or disappointed.
Even if James wasn''t here,her dad who used to love her wouldn''t stand shoulder to shoulder with her in
public....He felt it was humiliating.
She pursed her lips and hesitated. Finally, she put down her cleaning tools and followed him.
"I have a question for you, was Greyson''s wound on his head caused by you?"
Lorenzo pointed at her and shouted, trying to lower his voice.
“Yes!”
Ang looked at him, not sure what else to expect, "I was desperate and wanted tomit suicide.
Greyson attempted to save me and was hit...”
p!
She was interrupted by a loud p.
Ang covered the right side of her face, burning, and looked straight into Lorenzo’s eyes. She was
astonished at first, but was finally overwhelmed by bitterness and disappointment.