Angela stood at the entrance watching Andrae being taken by the police. She had requested them to go easy on him because of his injuries.
Andrew had abused him so hard, one more punch and Andrae would be granted a one-way ticket to heaven. She had also asked the cops if he could get bailed.
It was permissible since he is a minor but since it's a murder attempt it would become hard for him to get bailed.
"Are you worried about that kid?" Asked Dion looking down at her. Upclose he could measure her height which was around 160cm. Her reached head was just below his shoulder.
He found her short height kinda cutesy.
"Mhmm" She answered bluntly. Andrae turned towards the glass pane at the back of the police car. He smiled at her. It wasn't a malicious one rather It was a warm and genuine smile.
She smiled back and the car disappeared into the further distance.
Dion rubbed his temples frustratingly and asked. "H
After parking her white Audi in the garage Angela climbs out of the car. It was pretty dark outside since it was almost 9 pm. She entered the passcode making the front door open with a chirp. She switched on the lights, and the lights that fell from the ceiling was a pastel shade of yellow. Her house brightened up to guide her to the Kitchen. Her house wasn't too big or extravagant compared to other penthouses. Since she was living alone she wanted a house suitable for two or three people. The walls of her house were themed of peach, white, and rose gold. The warm colours added a feeling of cosiness to her house. The house had all the facilities she needed even a mini sauna... Anyway... Angela opened the fridge to cook her dinner, there were some eggs and veggies so she decides to make sunny side-ups and salad. But first, she had to quench her thirst from the long drive. After gulping down a bottle of cold water, she
Two weeks Later Outside the Hospital front entrance, a group of upscale sleek black cars was neatly parked in a series. Lucifer stepped outside wearing a casual black shirt covering his plastered body underneath and, black pants which enhanced his long legs. To complete the outfit he wore shiny black loafers making his overall appearance casually sexy. Angela followed behind to send her annoying patient off. Lucifer turned to her, showing off a foxy smile. "Then I'll be leaving now, hope you did not have a hard time tending me, Dr. Colton," Lucifer sounded polite with those words, but the mockery hidden in the tone could only be identified by Angela. "No, not at all, Please take care of yourself from now on. And try not to end up in the hospital again," Angela mimicked his exact tone and he caught it instantly. She cannot go through all his bullshit all over again so obviously, he didn't want him to be hospitalized again.&nbs
"Dr. Angela is one lucky Doctor! Not only did she save the CEO but also received such an upper-class gift!" Nurse Alina chirped in a pitched voice. "Do you think he has a thing for Dr. Angela? I heard he is quite resilient towards women, even if they are beauties," Leon butted in. If that is true then Angela got a killer shark in a sea full of puny fishes. Lucifer Camphell's face appeared in every Business Magazine and also once titled the sexiest man of the year. "I think he just expressed his gratitude," Alina ignored Leon's pointless statement. There was no way such a prestigious man would fall for a mere doctor. "Besides, he has a child and he is also a divorcee." Dion observed all the worthless gossip between those two. He felt an inexplicable jealously hearing about Lucifer giving off such pricy things to Angela. He knew Angela wouldn't accept those gifts, but he couldn't help himself from feeling dejected. Angela did n
Angela gracefully stepped outside the car and was immediately recognized by the blaring flashes of the cameras. Paparazzi swarmed outside the aisle ogling for attention. This is the proof that this event wasn't a trivial one. This is the Birthday Banquet of the Daughter of Arnold Rogan. He is one of the 7 titans of the Busines Empire in New York. As expected, many renowned celebrities from A-listed Hollywood stars to Multiple Business Tycoons attended the event. There were world-famous designers who also attended the event. The air around her turned intoxicated with ridiculously expensive perfumes from all these filthy rich people. This very moment felt surreal. There was a time she would be the one who orgulously stood out under the spotlight. But those days were long gone now. Now, she was nothing but a mere guest to this household. She heaved a listless sigh and chose to hand the gift to Amelia and, visit her g
Angela stood at the corner of the grand hall, merging into the shadows so that she would go unnoticed by these bumptious people. The party was getting more and more vapid and tiresome for her since she had no one to mingle with. Her stomach growled, reminding of her skipping dinner today. She was in such a rush that she had no time to cook. She went to the catering section to grab some food. She placed a chocolate pastry on her plate and began eating it. It was so delicious that it brought tears of joy to her eyes. She wolfed it down in a matter of minutes. A waiter approached her with some champagne and asked. "Would you like some drinks mam?" Angela politely declines, stating she doesn't drink. She had low alcohol tolerance, and drinking it in the presence of all these people would be a bad idea. "Then how about orange juice, mam?" The waiter asked again. "Sure, I would like the juice," The waiter nodded and left to b
A few minutes ago. "See, there she is. All she has to do is drink the juice and you can have your way with her," A woman susurrated cautiously. She made sure no one was there to eavesdrop on their conversation. The smirk on Liam's lips grew wickedly at the thought. "Take care of my wife until then," Said Liam, hinting at the lovely woman not far away. She was busy conversing with her friends, utterly oblivious of her husband's vile plans. "You don't need to worry at all," Said the woman. "I want her to lose her reputation tonight." She shot a loathful glare at Angela. Angela looked so careless and carefree that it vexed her to the bone. Liam is already planning on divorcing his second wife to remarry Angela. Even if Angela had cut ties with her father, the fact that she is the Daughter of Arnold Rogan couldn't be denied on the papers. Even if Liam is twelve years older than her, that won't hinder their marriage
Angela woke up from the deep undisturbed slumber. Her skin brushed softly against the plush duvets, it was so delicate as if she was cuddling with the clouds.Her head grew heavy when she got up to survey her surroundings. She closed her eyes once again and massaged her forehead, and relieved the pain stinging her skull.When she opened her eyes again she noticed that she was in a completely different room. The spacious room seems to be a whole apartment by itself. The entire chamber was a blend between ash-grey and slate-white.The very first thing that landed in front of her eyes is the 50-inch 4k television attached to a glass wall.She gulped and browsed through her body to check if her clothes were still there, and thankfully she was wearing the same blue dress she wore the last night.She tried to recall the events that took place last night. The last thing that came into her was Lucifer's worried face staring down at her an
Angela slapped her face with a handful of faucet water. The docile peachy fragrance of the soap given off from her fresh face. Droplets of glassy water dappled on her smooth rosy tan skin.Her makeup had completely worn out and she didn't feel like her face being weighed by chemicals nor the morning hangover.She dabbed her face using the clean white facecloth hung beside the basin. She had also washed her mouth with toothpaste mixed with water, churning in her mouth like the blender in her kitchen. At least the morning breath was gone.Earlier, she checked her phone to discover the dozen missed calls and text messages from Mr Rogan. The texts were nothing but a long line of 'bad words.'He was 'asking' where she had disappeared and that her car was still there outside their gates. She did not even bother to reply and left him on seen ever so brazenly.Mr Rogan did not care where had gone, he wanted to know if she had caught herse
After the long drive from the restaurant, they arrived at Angela's house. Bethany began marvelling at the modest penthouse. Angela guided her to the guest room, so she and Adrain could freshen up and have a change of clothing.Both mother and son stepped down in their PJs and reclined on the couch while Angela poured them some freshly squeezed orange juice."Nice house Angela," Bethany commented while sipping the sweet juice."Thanks, I bought this five years ago glad it's not too shabby for you."Bethany laughed. She lived in a much grander penthouse in Dubai, she had a similar house in Italy and Paris too but she sold it since she won't be living there very often. There wasn't much liveliness in those houses anyway.As a woman of luxury, she loved spending money to indulge herself. Many people thought of her as a selfish and ignorant mother for that. People forced her to believe that about her. Sometimes she feels guilty for pri
Finished him off?! Did he kill Liam last night?! Angela knew Lucifer was competent to do such things. Otherwise, why would he have to carry around a gun all the time!? "What do you mean exactly?!" Angela almost shouted at him. She pushed herself to lower her tone. "You can look at the news to see what I mean." Lucifer cooly answered. Angela opened the news and surfed through the headline as soon as she could. Her eyes widened at the particular news that had Liam's picture on it. 'CEO of the Williams group detained by the FBI after being accused of laundering Mafia money with diamonds.' "So you are behind all of this?!" So that is why her father had asked her where she was last night. He must be worried if I was caught up with Liam. No... he must have thought it would ruin his precious reputation if that was the case. "That's what I said. Liam is persistent to pursue you to get your father's backing so he could save his sh
Anglea ascended out of the car, still feeling crappy from the short ride that seemed like a lifetime. Andrew greeted her goodbye in the same manner he behaves to his boss.If his boss took a liking to this woman, then he had no reason to be disrespectful. He then sped off the car back to the Mansion.Her white Audi parked near the gates immediately grasped her attention. Since it wasn't parked inside the gates, she could easily retrieve it without worrying about the security.Angela searched her keys inside the purse, giving out frenzy noises as the items collided and stirred together. She managed to pull out her entangled car key and was about to open the car.She heard footsteps approaching outside the gates. Mr Rogan accompanied his second wife approaching her. She must have failed to notice that they had seen her arrive.Her Stepmother Patricia Rogan was wearing a custom made Emerald green dress that showed off her long slende
Angela slapped her face with a handful of faucet water. The docile peachy fragrance of the soap given off from her fresh face. Droplets of glassy water dappled on her smooth rosy tan skin.Her makeup had completely worn out and she didn't feel like her face being weighed by chemicals nor the morning hangover.She dabbed her face using the clean white facecloth hung beside the basin. She had also washed her mouth with toothpaste mixed with water, churning in her mouth like the blender in her kitchen. At least the morning breath was gone.Earlier, she checked her phone to discover the dozen missed calls and text messages from Mr Rogan. The texts were nothing but a long line of 'bad words.'He was 'asking' where she had disappeared and that her car was still there outside their gates. She did not even bother to reply and left him on seen ever so brazenly.Mr Rogan did not care where had gone, he wanted to know if she had caught herse
Angela woke up from the deep undisturbed slumber. Her skin brushed softly against the plush duvets, it was so delicate as if she was cuddling with the clouds.Her head grew heavy when she got up to survey her surroundings. She closed her eyes once again and massaged her forehead, and relieved the pain stinging her skull.When she opened her eyes again she noticed that she was in a completely different room. The spacious room seems to be a whole apartment by itself. The entire chamber was a blend between ash-grey and slate-white.The very first thing that landed in front of her eyes is the 50-inch 4k television attached to a glass wall.She gulped and browsed through her body to check if her clothes were still there, and thankfully she was wearing the same blue dress she wore the last night.She tried to recall the events that took place last night. The last thing that came into her was Lucifer's worried face staring down at her an
A few minutes ago. "See, there she is. All she has to do is drink the juice and you can have your way with her," A woman susurrated cautiously. She made sure no one was there to eavesdrop on their conversation. The smirk on Liam's lips grew wickedly at the thought. "Take care of my wife until then," Said Liam, hinting at the lovely woman not far away. She was busy conversing with her friends, utterly oblivious of her husband's vile plans. "You don't need to worry at all," Said the woman. "I want her to lose her reputation tonight." She shot a loathful glare at Angela. Angela looked so careless and carefree that it vexed her to the bone. Liam is already planning on divorcing his second wife to remarry Angela. Even if Angela had cut ties with her father, the fact that she is the Daughter of Arnold Rogan couldn't be denied on the papers. Even if Liam is twelve years older than her, that won't hinder their marriage
Angela stood at the corner of the grand hall, merging into the shadows so that she would go unnoticed by these bumptious people. The party was getting more and more vapid and tiresome for her since she had no one to mingle with. Her stomach growled, reminding of her skipping dinner today. She was in such a rush that she had no time to cook. She went to the catering section to grab some food. She placed a chocolate pastry on her plate and began eating it. It was so delicious that it brought tears of joy to her eyes. She wolfed it down in a matter of minutes. A waiter approached her with some champagne and asked. "Would you like some drinks mam?" Angela politely declines, stating she doesn't drink. She had low alcohol tolerance, and drinking it in the presence of all these people would be a bad idea. "Then how about orange juice, mam?" The waiter asked again. "Sure, I would like the juice," The waiter nodded and left to b
Angela gracefully stepped outside the car and was immediately recognized by the blaring flashes of the cameras. Paparazzi swarmed outside the aisle ogling for attention. This is the proof that this event wasn't a trivial one. This is the Birthday Banquet of the Daughter of Arnold Rogan. He is one of the 7 titans of the Busines Empire in New York. As expected, many renowned celebrities from A-listed Hollywood stars to Multiple Business Tycoons attended the event. There were world-famous designers who also attended the event. The air around her turned intoxicated with ridiculously expensive perfumes from all these filthy rich people. This very moment felt surreal. There was a time she would be the one who orgulously stood out under the spotlight. But those days were long gone now. Now, she was nothing but a mere guest to this household. She heaved a listless sigh and chose to hand the gift to Amelia and, visit her g
"Dr. Angela is one lucky Doctor! Not only did she save the CEO but also received such an upper-class gift!" Nurse Alina chirped in a pitched voice. "Do you think he has a thing for Dr. Angela? I heard he is quite resilient towards women, even if they are beauties," Leon butted in. If that is true then Angela got a killer shark in a sea full of puny fishes. Lucifer Camphell's face appeared in every Business Magazine and also once titled the sexiest man of the year. "I think he just expressed his gratitude," Alina ignored Leon's pointless statement. There was no way such a prestigious man would fall for a mere doctor. "Besides, he has a child and he is also a divorcee." Dion observed all the worthless gossip between those two. He felt an inexplicable jealously hearing about Lucifer giving off such pricy things to Angela. He knew Angela wouldn't accept those gifts, but he couldn't help himself from feeling dejected. Angela did n