Young Miss's boyfriend

Who is a thief?

The tall gate opened as Angel's car entered gracefully. No one dared to forbid since they knew that in the car, Angel had driven. Entering the yard of three hundred meters, finally the red sports car was parked neatly in front of the house. Make the driver come and put the car into the family luggage room.

When the door opened wide, all the eyes of the servants gathered were shocked. They were all stunned when the figure of Angel entered the house very indifferently and had no intention of greeting at all. Their gazes were all clearly fixed on the hairstyle up to the clothes Angel was wearing today. It was so different and fashionable!

"Is she really our Miss Angel?"

"She's changed, becoming very beautiful."

"Whatchu mean? Miss Meida is also pretty. I think they'll be comparable opponents."

"Stop chatting, or you'll lose face!"

"But is she really our lady? The change has been a long way since the accident,"

Everyone started to whisper quietly and answer each other curiously. They clearly saw Angel's flawless white long legs wrapped in a ten centi high miniskirt above the knee. Usually, the white thighs are always closed and hidden. Then the fashionable hair, looks very beautiful to highlight its hidden beauty. Squeezing his pointy nose with neatly shaved eyebrows. The plump eyelashes that frame two pairs of jet black eyes without emotion. Make those sensual lips look seductive with a charming cherry color. Then a few thin makeup bubbles make the oval face look fresh and young.

"Miss Angel is so beautiful!"

It was the thoughts of all the servants as they watched the appearance of Angel they had just seen. They didn't expect that Angel could change like this. And now they start comparing the style of the two young ladies in their home.

"Didn't Miss Angel look pretty and natural?"

"Miss Meida, it's definitely different from Miss Angel's style,"

"Try paying attention. Miss Angel's beauty to all the styles she carries, isn't that Asian beauty?"

"You're right, the thin makeup in her eyes was really similar to the Asian style. Then, I don't know. I can't talk. Miss is very pretty now,"

The more they spoke, the more they felt Angel to be a little special. But in fact Angel looks not disturbed even though the chatter is quite clearly heard. His level legs clearly stepped up the stairs after the stairs gracefully. Until a voice made its step stop.

"Angel!"

Angel moved her head, making her hair move slightly. He turned his head and looked down, at Alex who was waiting for his arrival. Seeing that he became interested. He turned his body and then came back down. Standing in front of Alex with an indifferent gaze.

"Uncle called?"

Alex did not answer and was stunned. He looked at Angel again from top to bottom and felt strange. "What clothes are you wearing!" tanyanya cold. This was clearly different from the clothes his nephew used to wear. Right now he's not even sure he can recognize Angel out there if he doesn't cross paths and pay closer attention.

Angel scolded. He glanced at the lazy Alex. "Uncle called me just for this?"

"You!" alex snapped loudly but his lips seemed to be clenched and did not find a single word that was right to say. He simply brandished his index finger in the air with a look of resentment and hatred.

"The injury to my head has healed. I'm fine, so uncle don't have to worry" Angel said, then started to walk past Alex.

As if reminding, Angel's words ignited Alex's anger. He again shouted in anger.  "Angel!"

"You, what you've been doing all day! Why are there so many things coming and running to your room?"

Hearing that Angel's face turned happy.  "Oh, have they all arrived?"

Then without saying much, Angel immediately rushed to the stairs. But again Alex's voice stopped his steps.

"Give,"

The order was for the umpteenth time to make Angel's steps restrained.

"Give it," Alex repeated coldly.

Angel looked on inexplicably. "What did uncle ask for?"

"The card you brought! Where did you get that credit card and make a mess!"

"Oh," said Angel amused. This is the main problem. This family from his father's side had been around for too long to forget who he was.

"Why?" ask Angel coldly. His eyes moved looking at Alex sharply. "Why should I hand it over to uncle?"

"Why?" rehash Alex scoffing. "Because you don't deserve it!"

Hearing that Angel's laughter broke out. He stared at his uncle until his stomach felt tingled. Those words he heard, indeed attracted his interest and attracted his emotions to go out and rampage.

"What are you laughing at? Give it to me now" Alex asked with a hand.

Angel did not move and only smiled more and more. "Why don't I?" tanyanya wants to know. "Uncle, tell me, why am I not worthy? Or did you forget or amnesia? I am the owner of all the assets my father left behind!"

Alex regained his senses, but he couldn't back down this time. He won't let Angel mess up and then mess up his plans. He needs to be able to pressure Angel like years ago so that everything goes smoothly and becomes his. However, this nephew of his had been acting strangely since a few days ago. After a long coma and waking up, he is like a time bomb that can damage him at any time.

If he can't suppress Angel now, then the girl is getting out of control. So he stepped forward a little. Appoint some servants and rule. "You guys, find the credit card he has and give it to me,"

The waiters who were watching were just about to step in before realizing Angel's blasphemous gaze. It looked cold and very sharp. It was as if giving a signal that if they dared to step up then they would all disappear!

"Try moving or you'll be eliminated! Have you forgotten who your master is in this house?"

And finally Angel's warning came down. It scared the servants. It was realized by Alex and he was getting angry. Since when? Since when did Angel have the courage to organize the servants he hired? Why are they all afraid of Angel's threats?

"What are you doing! Quickly carry!" snapped Alex growled. He looked at the servants in anger. "Not to be afraid, I'm protecting you all,"

Angel is also more vigilant. He looked at the servants who were reluctant to step but looked afraid to move closer to him.

"Uncle, aren't you so outrageous? You're trying to ransack my stuff in my own house? Actually, which one of us steals?" the question is subtle but quite clear to hear.