Serve No One This Life

Chapter 297 Stop Pretending

“What do you mean? You need to come to the hospital today! Otherwise, I’ll cause a scene at your school and expose you as being a heartless person who wouldn’t even save her own mother!” George was in trouble with the police, so he was willing to go to extremes if he thought that it would benefit him.

“It’s been a while since we last spoke, and it seems like you’ve become even more shameless.” After Angela finished speaking, she abruptly ended the call.

George hadn’t expected Angela to have the audacity to hang up on him. He was on the verge of exploding in rage! He tried calling Angela a few more times, but each time, she ended his call. Later on, he couldn’t even hear the dial tone on his end. It was as if he had been blocked!

“The audacity! How dare that brat block me!” George was fuming. He left the hospital in a rush and headed to Angela’s residence. He knew Angela’s address in Springgate Estates, but upon his arrival, Oliver intercepted him at the gate.

With a stern expression, Oliver set down his meal and questioned George. “What’s the matter?”

“I need to see Angela!” George was still seething, and his demeanor turned even more hostile after being stopped by Oliver. “Mrs. Lawson does not wish to see you.” After Oliver spoke, he resumed his meal at the table in the yard.

George was taken aback by the other man’s words. “I am Angela’s father! How dare she refuse to see me? Let me in immediately!” he exclaimed angrily. However, Oliver completely disregarded him and continued eating. George was both frantic and irate, and he began to shout.

He didn’t seem to care about the potential ridicule or embarrassment he would face then. He simply demanded to see Angela immediately.

“Shush!” Oliver eventually stood up and opened the gate. Just as George was about to enter the gate triumphantly, Oliver lifted him up and tossed him several meters away from the gate. “You can continue shouting now.” George’s face paled as he attempted to rise and grab Oliver. Yet, Oliver effortlessly threw him over his shoulder and onto the ground.

“Ouch! Ouch! It hurts!” George lay on the ground, howling without any concern for his dignity. With no one else around, he howled even louder. “Stop pretending. Why are you clutching your stomach? You fell on your bottom!” Oliver found it rather amusing to watch the man howling on the ground.

George ceased holding his stomach. His bottom was indeed a bit sore, but he was too

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was–the police had practically cornered him into this. Since he was unable to swallow his pride and nurse his bottom, George began to threaten Oliver once more. “You better bring Angela out! Otherwise, I’ll make sure you pay for today! Do you I

think

Feel free to call the police.” Oliver gestured to the surveillance camera on the roadside and then retreated into the yard. George’s expression darkened. He walked to the

going to

the shouting. The house has good

He simply resumed his

but to call James. James was surprised that George had personally gone to Springgate Estates to look for Angela, and he didn’t understand why he had to call Angela to inform her. Despite his confusion, he was too busy to delve into the

of a meeting that he had. He didn’t hesitate to proceed directly to

shouting outside Springgate Estates even after telling James to give Angela a call. After Oliver’s harsh treatment, George made sure to keep some distance. However, he continued

but he thought that someone would still hear him in the end. But to his surprise, no one came down to get him even

was unreliable not only because he abandoned the company, but also because he kept involving himself in embarrassing incidents in public. “I asked

finished a meeting, and I forgot to call her. Give me a moment.” After saying that, James

was feeling anxious over the banquet that was happening the next day. Although she had only met Cassandra a few times, she couldn’t help but

Lawson.

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her mind, Angela decided to practice her acupuncture techniques. She had learned medicine from her grandmother since she was young, and over the past decade, she had perfected her skill in the art of acupuncture. She diligently practiced day

on the tiny needles. It helped her to block out distractions coming from the outside world. After half an hour of practice, Angela felt a thin layer of sweat on her forehead. Immersed in her favorite and focused activity, her sense