Chapter 104 Ang, Are You Ok?


    Greyson was unimpressed and snorted coldly


    “For those who doesn''t even care about their biological daughter, but only care about the profits, they


    absolutely deserve the bankrupt!"


    "Are you serious?"


    Gabri said slowly, with one hand pinched at her waist.


    "Think about it, if the Chant Group goes bankrupt, you won''t be able to spend as much as you do now,


    and maybe even those cars you like in your garage will have to be sold..."


    "Why do you have so much bullshit? It''s none of your business if I can spend my money extravagantly!


    Get the hell out of here!"


    Greyson had no pity for anyone other than his wife and sister, and directly pushed Gabri away as


    soon as he lifted his foot to kick James.


    Gabri looked at the three guards and frowned.


    "Are you guys watching the show?


    You’d better stop Mr. Greyson!"


    When the words fell, James had already clutched Greyson''s outstretched leg and yanked it hard.


    "Fuck!"


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    Greyson almost fell on the floor, and luckily, he grabbed the sofa aside.However, the action of splitting


    his leg pulled his scrotum, which was so painful that his head was covered with cold sweat.


    In a short time, two security guards had already stepped forward and restrained Greyson from both left


    and right.


    While the other one followed Gabri''s order and went up to support James, whose face was as pale


    as a white sheet.


    "Mr. James, what do you want to do with Mr. Greyson?"


    Gabri asked.


    "Call the police to take him away, or what else?"


    James''s arm was wrapped around the security guard''s neck, and the cold sweat, which caused by the


    pain, ran down from his forehead to his cheeks.


    He just faintly nced at Greyson and withdrew his gaze, what he answered was not Gabri’s


    question, "Tell the security to delete today''s surveince."


    “Surveince records need to be kept for at least three months."


    Gabri said.


    Perhaps the pain in his leg lost its effect, the bottom of James''s eyes tinged with ayer of confusion,


    and his pale face was covered with a flush at some point, "Only delete it on this level, I''ll be responsible


    for anything that happens."


    “OK.”


    Gabri ignored Greyson’s shouting, and then she said to the security guard,


    "The car is waiting downstairs, send Mr. James over there, you know exactly what to say and what not


    to say."


    The security guard answered yes in quick session, and then held James and left.


    The door was locked from outside, and Ang couldn''t open it from the inside.


    She rapped on the door and shouted for a long time, her voice was hoarse, but no one opened the


    door for her.


    It wasn''t until about half an hourter then Gabri opened the door for her.


    Ang hurriedly said thanks and ran across to Room 505, only to see that it was unusually neat and


    tidy, her torn clothes, the crash pinhole camera, and the broken goblet were all gone.


    The ground was bright as a mirror, as if the blood was just a dream she had.


    She rummaged through the entire private chamber, but did not see James and her brother, she ran to


    Gabri with a pale face and a slight tremor in her voice, "Miss. Gabri, do you know…where my


    brother is now?"


    "Mr. James got his leg a pretty bad wound, don''t you want to know about where is him now?"


    Gabri''s lips curved charmingly, but there was no smile under her eyes.


    Ang didn''t care how James was injured or where he was, she grabbed Gabri''s arm and asked


    once more, "Have you seen my brother?"


    "Yes."


    Gabri gently broke her hand away, her smile tinged with imperceptible anger, "Not only did I see


    him, I almost got beaten by him. Mr. Greyson is really getting better at it."


    Ang licked her dry lips, her heart in turmoil, impatient to know about Greyson, but she had to


    apologize to Gabri, "My brother got a little out of control because something happened to me, I


    apologize to you on his behalf."


    "Come on, I can understand him too."


    Seeing her so groveling, Gabri sighed lightly, unable to say whether it was sympathy or other


    emotions. "Your brother is fine, and Mr. James doesn''t n to make a fuss with your brother this time,


    so don''t worry about him anymore."


    The anxiety in Ang''s heart faded slightly, "Thank you, Miss. Gabri, for telling me this."


    But she wasn’t at easepletely. She didn''t think someone like James would let her brother go so


    easily.


    Gabri hummed softly and stopped as she pasting her, and she inclined her head to tell her,


    "You don''t have to work today, go back and have a rest."


    “OK.”


    It was good to have a rest, but Ang''s right eyelid fluttered wildly, and her heart was inexplicably


    uneasy.


    She entered the elevator bare feet as the crowd stared at her with strange eyes.


    There was no wind, but there was nothing under her dress, cool and empty, and she was shamed and


    embarrassed.


    There were three men and two women standing in the elevator, and one of the women pointed at


    Ang, then she tiptoed up to the man''s ear to mutter something.


    Ang couldn''t hear what they were saying, but she always felt like they were all looking at her and


    talking about her.


    She stood unnaturally with her legs together in the corner of the elevator, both her hands pressed to


    her side clutching her shirt, a flush in her pale face.


    DING!


    The moment the elevator came, Ang moved from the corner to the door.


    She took a quick step as soon as the elevator doors opened. But just as she got out, she was yanked


    by a hand.


    She whipped her head around and saw the woman tugging at her was the same woman who had been


    tiptoeing around whispering to the man earlier, “Do I know you?"


    The woman smiled at her and suddenly bent down to take off the high heels on her feet and put them


    in front of her, "We''re both about the same height and our feet seem to be about the simr size, you


    should be able to wear them."


    Ang loosened her hand clutching the corner of her dress, her dress tightened slightly, and she


    looked down at the pink heels on the floor without making a sound.


    "You don''t have to worry about me."


    The woman arched her eyes, "My husband will get me another pair of shoester."


    Ang looked at the shoes, they were a pair of branded goods and they looked like that they had been


    worn just a few times, "No thanks, I''m the staff of thispany,


    I lived not far away from here...."


    "No problem, Madame, it just so coincident that my wife is fond of the new shoes and wants to buy a


    pair of new shoes soon!"


    The man directly bent down and put the woman on his back. They didn''t give Ang the chance to


    refuse, and left talking andughing.


    Ang pursed her lips, tilted her head and took a deep breath. She put on the slightly over-sized


    shoes, and went back to the dormitory.


    She had just pushed open the door when Julia greeted her with a worried look and asked.


    "Are you... okay?"


    "Yes."


    Ang felt exhausted, both physically and mentally, and she took off her shoes and sat on the bed with


    her head down.


    She wanted to call her brother and ask how about him, but she was afraid to hear any bad news.


    Julia sat down beside her, and looked at the dense hickeys on her neck, trying to say something, but


    not a word came out.


    “What’s wrong?”


    Ang didn''t look up, and there was an unconcealed exhaustion in her voice.


    Julia opened her mouth and didn''t make a sound. She stood up, took a few steps on the floor, and sat


    beside Ang, asking with cautiousness and a little bit of guilt.


    "Ang, are you really fine?"