Let Me Go, Mr. Harvey

Putting the suicide note away carefully, Angela ignored Mrs. Brown and wanted to go back to the villa.

Angela was about to close the door when Mrs. Brown rushed to grab her wrist.

“Where is the urn of Elva? I’m gonna ask her!” said Mrs. Brown with red eyes and a ferocious look on her face, “Since my husband didn’t love Alisa any more, why couldn’t he be with me?”

“How could Elva blame me for the suicide of Alisa? Even though there was a dispute between Alisa and me. What the hell was it to Elva?” sobbed Mrs. Brown, “I’ve never done anything that hurts Elva in my whole life. How could she blame and resent me and not even want to see before she died?”

Angela’s wrist ached due to the great strength of Mrs. Brown.

“Sorry, Mrs. Brown. But I can’t tell you,” said Angela.

“All right! If you don’t tell me where her urn is, you take me to see her right now!” said Mrs. Brown as she pulled Angela out hard.

Struggling to break away the hand of Mrs. Brown, Angela was pulled to stumble and almost fall.

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Shaking the hand of Mrs. Brown off hard, Angela said with a frown, “Since my mom is already dead, she can’t answer any of your questions. If you really regards her as a friend, please respect her last wishes and leave her a peace in death.”

The anger on the face of Mrs. Brown gradually disappeared as she heard what Angela said, and there was only a miserable look on her face.

Sitting down on the ground slowly, Mrs. Brown murmured and wiped her tears constantly.

“Since she didn’t want to see you even before she died, why do you still want to see her?” said Salim as he came to pull Mrs. Brown, “You’ve told me that we don’t need to care about others and only need to mind our own business, haven’t you?”

Ignoring Salim, Angela just looked down on Mrs. Brown who was sitting on the ground and said, “Please don’t sit on the ground as it’s cold.”

With these words, Angela went back to the villa and closed the door.

Standing with her back against the door quietly for a while, Angela went to the sofa and drank a glass of water.

‘It’s difficult to tell who was right and who was wrong,’ thought Angela.

Suddenly, her phone rang.

Angela picked up the phone and found that the call was from Raya. Then she answered, “Miss Raya.”

“I’ve told you many times. Please just call me Raya,” complained Raya and then said excitedly, “You introduced our firm to the migrant worker, didn’t you?”

“Yes, he has donated the heart of his son to my father,” said Angela.

“They are such kind people! Why did they suffer such a bad thing?” sighed Raya, “But don’t worry. I’ve settled it.”

“So soon?” said Angela with a surprise as Raya had told her yesterday that she had to know the case, prepare the materials and go to the court.

“Yes, but not following the normal procedure. Since the boss of the construction company knew from someone that I was in charge of the case, he directly asked for negotiation and was willing to compensate three million and apologize to the migrant worker and promised that he would never hire that contractor again.”

“I was going to insist on suing them, but my master didn’t suggest me to do so. So I agreed to negotiate after asking the opinion of the worker,” said Raya in a depressed voice.

With these words, Raya complained about Mrs. Brown and Salim for quite a while and hung up.

After hanging up, Angela sat in the living room in a daze for quite a while.

As there was no one in the villa except Angela, it was quite quiet.

About half an hour later, Angela called Martin and made an appointment with him to meet in a milk tea shop.

When Angela arrived at the milk tea shop, Martin was already there.

He was in a baseball cap, leather jacket, jeans and boots, not like a detective at all.

“Hi, Miss Angela,” said Martin as he stood up and reached out his hand to her with a smile.

After shaking hands with Martin, Angela said, “I’ve expected that you won’t recognize me as I’ve covered myself up.”

“I’m a detective. I can recognize you even if you cover your face,” said Martin as he called the waiter and asked Angela, “What do you want to drink?”

“Pure milk tea,” said Angela.

“A cup of pure milk tea and a cup of pudding milk tea with more sugar, please,” said Martin.

The waiter responded and left.

Resting his chin in his hands, Martin said, “Let me guess. You come to me this time to ask me something about Mr. James without wanting him to know it, don’t you?”

“Why will you say so?” asked Angela.

While feeling hot, Angela only took off the mask in case of being recognized.

“As Mrs. Chante just died and Mr. Lorenzo is hospitalized, you should be sad and even a little guilty now. But you look preoccupied,” said Martin.

“Why can’t I be preoccupied? You know that the Chante Group is in trouble and some shareholders want to sell their shares,” said Angela.

“Maybe Mr. James is not good at dealing with a relationship, but he’s definitely good at doing business. As he cares about you so much, it’s unlikely that he’ll let you worry about these things,” said Martin with a smile.

“He.. cares about me?” asked Angela.

“Of course. He has hired me to investigate the car accident two years ago. But there has been no breakthrough yet and I even believe that you really wanted to kill Miss Jessica at that time. But Mr. James trusts you all the time and has told me that you must have been framed,” said Martin.

The waiter came over to put the milk teas they ordered on the table.

Stunned for a moment, Angela was in a mixed mood. She picked up the milk tea subconsciously and took a sip of it. The milk tea was so hot that she burned tongue.

“Do you need some ice?” asked Martin.

Putting down the milk tea, Angela shook her head.

Looking at her face, Martin walked to the front desk and got some ice from the waiter.

“Put it in your mouth and you’ll feel better,” said Martin as he handed Angela the cup with ice in it.

“Thank you,” said Angela and took a piece of ice in her mouth.

“What do you want to know about Mr. James and keep it secret from him?” asked Martin with raised eyebrows, “Do you suspect that he has an affair with another woman?”

Leaning slightly forward, Martin looked around and whispered, “Actually, I’ve seen Mr. James many times in the process of investigating Miss Jessica. Miss Jessica has seduced Mr. James quite a few times, but never succeeded.”

With a slight constriction of her pupils, Angela fluttered her eyelashes.

She stood up and picked up her bag in a hurry and said, “Sorry, Mr. Martin, I don’t want to ask you about anything now.”