Let Me Go, Mr. Harvey

“I know her, but not quite well,” Denise answered.

Angela longed to ask how Mrs. Brown was like but she didn’t know how to bring it up. Actually, she should go to her mom with the question, but she couldn’t ask her about it for now given her present condition.

Denise had almost reckoned what she would like to ask, so she remarked, “Mrs. Brown is fairly an intervenor of others’ marriage, and she owned a poor reputation for her vanity and intolerance. But she’s your mother’s roommate in the college and she treated your mother well.”

“Thank you for telling me this, auntie,” Angela said.

“You are welcome, child.” Denise held her hand and pointed to Mrs. Brown, “She’s there. Come on, let’s go to see her.”

They were all women there. James didn’t think he could go there with propriety so he remained in situ.

Mrs. Brown had a pair of fox eyes, just like Salim, seductive but mean. Seeing Denise come over along with Angela, she covered her mouth and chuckled, “It has always been me who went to Mrs. Harvey, so it’s quite unusual for you to come to me first today!”

“Long time no see, so I come to say hello.” Denise smiled.

The Harveys and the Browns were household names. Denise was Normally surrounded by a cluster of people, so how could it be possible for her to go to others?

Several people nearby looked towards Mrs. Brown with jealousy and curiosity.

“This young lady has a pretty necklace on her neck. How much is it? I also want to have one.” Mr. Brown asked, pointing to the necklace on Angela’s neck.

Angela smiled and replied without a clear answer, “It didn’t cost much, not comparable to the one on your neck. With such a big natural diamond, it must be unimaginably expensive.”

“Its cost was literally unimaginable. I can tell you that my husband bought it for me at auction with a whopping price.”

Mrs. Brown ran her fingers over the necklace with caution and said, “It’s too valuable for me to wear it usually.”

Angela echoed, “Such a precious diamond deserves to be treasured that way.”

Denise hadn’t seen Angela recently, and she was a bit surprised that Angela was now much better at flattery. Seeing Mrs. Brown turn arrogant, she said, “Actually Angela’s necklace was also from an auction. You should know Greyson, don’t you? He’s Angela’s brother.”This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Greyson is her brother?” Mrs. Brown opened her eyes wide and said with her finger pointing to Angela, “You … you are Angela Chante, the daughter of Elva?”

Angela nodded, “My mother mentions frequently that she has a close friend of yours, but I had no chance to meet you in person. Since now I see you, I realize that my mother forgot to tell me you are a beautiful lady as well.”

“You are flattering me, girl.” Learning Angela was Elva’s daughter, Mrs. Brown changed her attitude totally, holding her hand and asking about her mother.

The two were chatting lively when Raya and Sean came over. Raya pouted discontentedly and went up to greet Mrs. Brown.

Mrs. Brown was fairly warm towards her, yet she treated Sean otherwise, even with scolding.

“How could you talk to my master that way?” Raya stepped to the front of Sean to shield him, like a cow eager to protect its calf. She added with rage, “Even though you were promoted to a wife from a mistress, you shouldn’t be so cocky.”

Sean reached out to pull her back, with some desolation on his always smiling face, and he said, “Stop it.”

“No, I wouldn’t.” Raya continued with fury, “You made Salim take charge of the company and kicked my master off, yet he didn’t complain. Now you have got all the benefits, and my master is not a threat to you anymore. Why are you still mean to him? Don’t you have a little of conscience?”

Mrs. Brown became purple out of rage, not able to reply for a long time.

Angela couldn’t figure out which one to help as they were arguing, and it’s actually others’ family affair. So she stood beside Denise mutely.

However, Mrs. Brown turned to her to be the judge. “Don’t believe her. Sean is not so pitiful. He owns a law firm. You know it, right?”

Before Angela could answer, she continued with a sharp voice, “How did he start the firm? It’s precisely with my husband’s business connections and the money he gave him secretly could he run the firm.”

“Stop it. I didn’t give him …” Arthur murmured.

Raya went up to Angela. She held the other hand of hers and retorted angrily, “Angela, don’t believe her!

“The law firm was funded partly by Large Iceberg, with not a penny from the Brown family. Sean’s stepmother has even sent some people there to provoke trouble! Now, how dare she swear black is white and make fool of others?”

It ought to be a family affair of the Brown family, but Angela was pushed into the limelight out of blue.

On one side was a decades-long close friend of her mother’s, and on the other side was Raya, who lent a hand to her during her saddest days and had been in a good relationship with her after that.

Which one to help?

What’s more, it’s the Brown family’s own business, and as the saying goes, even the best judge becomes hopeless at family matters. It’s not appropriate for her to judge.

Denise stood aside, watching with a wry face.

Thankfully, the waiters had always been keeping their eyes on the party field and sent for Mr. Sutton on noticing a quarrel was underway.

His eyes ran down the crowd and then suggested impassively, “You are all prestigious figures here. Why not talk this over somewhere else?”

Angela noticed there were two fresh love bites on his neck, extremely distinct on him. She scanned the crowd behind but failed to find Gabriela.

“Fine. I also find it embarrassing to argue here!” Raya snorted to Mrs. Brown and held Sean’s hand, “Don’t be scared. I will protect you!”

Mrs. Brown held Angela’s hand and complained with a sullen face, “Angela, as you have seen, I treated Raya well, but she, as my junior, dared yell at me that way. What’s wrong with her?”

“Raya was fairly a nice girl,” Angela interceded.

Mrs. Brown responded with a sniff, “It must be Sean who set up this all, and he is black-hearted as his damn mother!”

Angela felt awkward and wondered why her mother had such a friend?

“Mrs. Brown, Angela was at the beginning of her pregnancy, so it might not be good for her to hear too many negative remarks.” Denise pulled Angela to her side with a smile, setting the two apart.

Mrs. Brown was dissatisfied with the move, but given Denise’s status, she didn’t say anything.

Mr. Sutton led them to a meeting hall, and James came along with Duran.

“You little brat, what did I teach you?” Duran went to Raya and sighed, “Mrs. Brown is your senior, so how dare you argue with her?”

Raya answered resentfully, “She abused my master, quite nastily!”

“Couldn’t I scold him when he has done something wrong?” Mrs. Brown took Angela tightly on her arm and asked, “Angela, in your opinion, was I wrong for telling Sean off?”