My dear lawyer

Chapter 279 a Pervert

Lyle didn’t turn mad. Instead, he chortled with a creepy cracked voice. “Angie, I only want you to have a

meal with me.”

“That’s it?” Angie didn’t believe it. She had long heard how malicious he was. Besides, she saw how

ruthless he was to kill men.

Lyle replied with a very relaxed tone the whole time, “Yes. As long as you’re willing to eat with me, this

matter is on me.”

“No. I can give you two million dollars more. Seven million dollars to kill a woman and a child is a high

price.” After pondering for a while, Angie was still reluctant to take the risk. If Lyle set her up, she

couldn't escape.

However, Lyle only had one request--to meet her. “Angie, I don’t lack money. If you don’t trust me, you

can choose the time and location. If it doesn’t work, I don’t make this deal.”

“You!” Angie was enraged. Obviously, Lyle was threatening her. If she was reluctant to meet him, he

wouldn’t do this deal. Thinking that she needed his help, Angie suppressed her anger.

After hesitating for a few seconds, she agreed reluctantly, “Okay. I’ll choose a date after a while.”

“Deal. Now you can tell me who you want to kill,” Lyle said briskly, receiving a satisfactory answer.

They finally got down to business. Murderous intentions emerged in her eyes. Angie gnashed viciously,

“One is called Vivian, and the other is her child. But I only know that she went abroad. I don’t know

where her destination is.”

“Do you know when did she set off?” With the departure time, he could dig up the woman.

“Yes. I’ll send you the footage later.” An idea suddenly struck Angie. Her intention to kill Angie was

dispelled. “Lyle, don’t kill her. Help me find her address. I want to do it myself.”

Killing Vivian in this way couldn’t vent her hatred. Angie wanted to torture her slowly and let her see her

child die in front of her alive but helplessly, so that she could live in grief all life.

That was the best revenge on Vivian.

Picturing that scene, Angie felt delighted.

From her words, Lyle could sense Angie hated Vivian so much. “Angie, you should know that I’ll satisfy

you as long as you ask me.”

Lyle didn’t have to say more. He knew that woman knew his meaning. He wasn’t a philanthropist. But

he was willing to help only for her.

The premise was that she was willing to accept him.

Swallowing, Angie answered in a roundabout way, “Don’t worry. You have my word. I’ll give you the

money I promised.”

“My Angie, you’ll know I don't want that soon. Wait for my good news.” Lyle didn’t want to argue with

her. As long as he wanted, whether it was a person or a thing, he could get it.

Even if he couldn’t, he wouldn’t let anyone own it and destroy it without hesitation.

“That’s it.” Angie didn’t dare to say more to him and directly hung up the phone. She raised her hand to

wipe her forehead and found her palms were sweaty. Unconsciously, she was in a cold sweat.

Angie started to wonder if asking for Lyle’s help was a right choice.

As she thought that Vivian had William’s child, her heart was like being toasted on the fire. Both her

body and soul were desperate to tear Vivian to pieces with indignation.

Her eyes turned unwavering gradually. If she couldn’t possess William, no one should.

From this perspective, Angie was as selfish as Lyle. To achieve their goals, they could do anything.

Hearing the smashing sounds in Angie’s room, servants didn’t dare to approach. The outside world

might not know her personality, but they did.

They knew how mercurial their lady was.

“Squeak—”

Angie’s graceful figure came out of the bedroom. She condescendingly stared at the servants, who was

shivering at the top of stairs and didn’t dare to come over, and said slowly with a voice as clear and

pleasing as a songbird’s, “What? You heard the noise but didn’t come up to clean?”

Hearing her order, several servants immediately lowered their heads and walked over. They peeked at

the messy room and bent their heads lower. The room was like swept by a twelfth-level tornado.

Everything was broken. Even the curtains were torn off.

Sharp glass debris filled the ground. It was a huge project to clean it.

Angie seemed to read their thoughts, flicked the nonexistent dust off her fingers, and asked coldly, “Is it

difficult?”

The maids all shook their heads and answered apprehensively, “No, it isn’t difficult.”

“Then why not cleaning it out?” After the servants walked in one by one, Angie let out a vicious smile.

“Remember to squat down and pick them up one by one.”

She emphasized the word “pick” deliberately. Tools weren’t allowed.

“Yes, my lady.” The servants didn't dare to resist. Bearing grievances and grudges, they squatted down

and picked up the pieces little by little.

Since she ordered Vivian to do this last time, Angie had been obsessed with this feeling of torturing

others. Like a group of ants, they squatted down and picked up the glass carefully, but the pieces still

pricked their hands.

The smile spread wider over her face and turned into a chortle in the end. Then Angie slowly walked

away in a graceful manner. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Some young girls among them couldn’t help but sob.

“Boo-hoo... I want to go home. I don’t want to work here...”

“Shush, lower your voice. Don’t let Miss Angie and hostess hear it. Otherwise, you’re in trouble,” the

senior servants reminded them kindly.

One girl sobbed and asked with confusion, “Why? Can’t I quit my job? This is not for humans at all.”

It was indeed a well-paid job. But it was a torture, working here with fear all day. She wanted to resign

and leave.

“You just graduated, right? When you just started working here, did the steward let you sign a

contract?” the woman asked sympathetically.

The girl nodded. “Yes.”

Was there anything wrong with the contract?

“I think you didn’t look through it carefully. If you work less than five years, you need to compensate if

you want to quit.”

“Why?” The girl didn’t notice such a clause at all.

“Shush... Someone is coming.” Hearing the noise, the woman hurried to push them and asked them to

work.

After all, she started to work quietly, lowering her head.

The girl, who just graduated, couldn’t suppress her grievances and shouted to defend herself, “That

rule can’t exist. If it’s true, I can hire a lawyer and sue them.”