NovelEnglishAvery looked at her bodyguards. She did indeed feel much safer. She put her gun back into her bag and followed Angela out of the cafe.
"Avery, you mentioned James Hough's diary. Is it fake? How could you lie to me?" Angela was furious that she had been lied to.
"It's not a complete lie." Avery took Angela to her car. They sat in the backseat while Wilson drove.
"Professor Hough did indeed have a habit of writing in his diary. He has more than ten notebooks, but they are all with Mrs. Hough." Avery glanced at
Angela. "l only have a few of his lesson notes."
"Avery, you're despicable. | knew that he would never mention me. Not even on paper. It is impossible.” Angela had completely given up.
"Angela, Professor Hough had indeed mentioned you to us before.” Avery took out a piece of yellowed paper from her back. "Have a look at yourself.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt| don't know if you can recognize his handwriting."
Angela took the paper and looked at the paper. Her name, Angela Hills, was clearly written on it. The handwriting was indeed James Hough's.
"W-Why... would he write my name?" Angela looked at her nand her eyes instantly reddened.
"He wrote your nbecause he wantedto look for your papers. | have told you before that he has praised you in front of us before. He said that
you are a talented medical genius." Avery saw how excited Angela was, so she said, "I have no use for this paper. You can have it."
Angela carefully folded the paper and placed it in her bag.
"Angela, won't you feel guilty?" Avery looked at her face and mocked her, "You got Dean to invest in that company of yours. Don't you think others
won't be able to guess what you're doing?" 1
"Why should | feel guilty?" Angela said defiantly. "Any medical research is a good thing as long as it is beneficial to the continued development of
humanity. Didn't Professor Hough tell you this before?"
"I don't care what research you are doing. If you don't affect my life, | won't care about you. But if your research affects me... Angela, | don't care what
you are doing, | will uncover it all!"
"Why are you so agitated? | told you already, my company has long shut its doors. If you don't believe me, | can't do anything," Angela said before
looking at the road ahead. "Turn left in front, then go straight, then right, :h$
Wilson looked at Angela through the rearview mirror." James Hough is already dead and you still can't let him go?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Angela was furious.
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"I saw how you carefully folded the paper and placed it in your bag as if it was worth a lot of money! Isn't it just his handwriting?" Wilson said.
"Wilson, you don't have to mock her. Many people adored Professor Hough because he was really charming,” Avery said.
"Oh, okay!"
"Avery, from your tone, you adored him as well, right?" sneered Angela.
"Professor Hough is my teacher. | only have respect for him. Madam Hills if you think that | had salacious thoughts about him, then tellwhy | even
gave you that piece of paper. If | truly had such thoughts, then | would not have told you that he praised you, let alone give you a paper with his
handwriting.”
Angela was at a loss for words.
Soon after, the car stopped in front of Angela's company.
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