Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 1008 is that kind of relationship

Dennis finally showed a hint of emotion, deep eyes raging with anger, his voice biting, "You're right, I

did forget a lot of things, so, also will not talk about any love, given the opportunity you do not want,

also can not blame me, Dorothy."

Dorothy felt like she had been thrown a loud slap in the face and fell backwards onto the couch behind

her with a bang, speechless.

She probably didn't expect that Dennis's indifference would be used on her own, whose blood is thicker

than water.

However, the determination in Dennis' words was irreversible.

Dorothy was stunned for a moment and looked at Dennis reluctantly, "Big brother, you are confused by

these people!"

She suddenly reached out and pointed in my direction, screaming frantically, "Not to mention that this

woman is wearing Clara's face, even if she really is Clara, father will not let him get close to you again,

it's true that I lied to you, but what about father, do you not even trust father? If it wasn't for Clara

seducing men, the Vance family wouldn't have left their hometown, have you forgotten what father

said?

Dennis obviously had little patience with her, sitting motionless and unresponsive.

Toby immediately understood and passed a wink to his men, and someone stepped forward to force

Dorothy out.

Although it is a family, ultimately the right in the hands of Dennis, before he indulged, but is not willing

to count, put away the fangs.

After Dorothy left, the hall finally returned to peace.

Dennis but at this time to look at Hank, eyes like there is ink dyed open, smile let people heart bolt, "Mr.

Gibson, I happened to meet two of your old acquaintances, meet."

When he finished, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and a bodyguard walked in at the side

door with a woman and a young boy of six or seven years old.

The woman's face is thin, cheeks deeply depressed, so cool weather only a single long-sleeved body,

pale, weak like a random gust of wind can blow down.

The boy was dressed in plain children's clothes, coy and looked a bit scared. Mother and son were

snuggled together, their eyes alertly surveying the surroundings.

When she saw Hank, the expression on the woman's face all froze, the whole person was frozen in

place, as if frozen, a pair of vicissitudes of the eyes instantly soaked with tears.

And Hank, who has always been unfazed by changes, tightened his brow and looked torn.

Dennis's dark voice rang out again with some impishness, "Mr. Gibson, this woman says, is your wife

and the child is your own son, I am curious, in that case, how did you enter into a marriage contract

with Clara, did she know about it?"

Wife, son?

Although I knew Hank was hiding a secret, I was surprised to hear Dennis say so.

Frankly speaking, up to now, my feelings for Hank still stop at being a good friend, not a male or female

ambiguity, even if he had been married, I can accept it, but what I can't accept is that Hank, who is

bright and shiny in front and behind, has a poor wife and children.

Perhaps I should have sided with Hank in spite of everything and waited for the facts to be disclosed

before taking sides, but the dismay on his face was too obvious to ignore.

Hank ignored Dennis' words and seemed a little angry, walking up to the woman and staring at her for

a moment before grabbing her by the wrist to take her and the baby away.

Seeing this, Toby's men hurriedly blocked the way.

Dennis did not panic and watched the two sides clash, sitting on the sofa without moving, "Mr. Gibson

is so unruly, before you acknowledge the relationship between you, you want to take people away from

my house, is not a little too disrespectful?"

At that, Hank gritted his teeth fiercely, gave me a reluctant glance, and finally gave up his breath

helplessly, "As you said, we are that kind of relationship."

He paused and resumed his unusual arrogance, "Now, can I take the man away?"

Dennis finally showed a satisfied smile, a big wave of his hand, the men immediately retreated to the

two sides to make way.

Hank took two steps, then suddenly stopped again and turned back to look meaningfully in my

direction, with apologies flashing in his eyes, but seemed to have concerns, and finally left with his

people.

As soon as they left, Dennis's face was instantly restrained. After Toby left a document to Dennis, he

had the good sense to take all his men out.

In the large living room, it was just me and Dennis.

Dennis's eyes impartially fell on me, the eyes constantly flashing complex light, not angry aura quietly

emanated.

I was a little uncomfortable by his look and mumbled, "Mr. George?"

Dennis smoothly opened up the conversation, "It looks like Miss Kennedy's fiancé should be fizzling This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

out."

Hmm? Is that a sarcastic remark?

"What does Mr. George mean by that?" Even if Dennis and Hank don't like each other, basic respect

should still be there.

Hank's right or wrong, regardless of the public poke at his Dennis, and can honestly say they are not

hiding something?

"There's no point." Dennis raised an eyebrow and said leisurely, "I am a person with no other skills, the

best is business, I let you lose your fiancé, very should pay you back."

"Compensation?" A fiancé can still pay? "How do you pay for it?"

Dennis tossed the file Toby had just brought onto the table and casually pointed it out, "Take a look for

yourself."

Inexplicably, I opened the document to find a contract, and the contract, in fact, was - to be Dennis'

wife?!

Simply ...... Unbelievable.

Dennis saw the situation and said lightly, "Finished reading?"

I nodded and shook my head violently, a little confused, "I don't understand, what do you want?"

Dennis examined me, his expression suddenly becoming serious, "Jamie can't live without her mother,

and I need a wife to take back custody of my daughter."

His eyes were cold and ice-like, and the moment he looked at them, there was a sense of coercion that

made people inexplicably want to obey.

It took me a while to regain my senses, throwing the contract back on the table and avoiding Dennis'

gaze, "That's your business, who am I to help you."

"You've lost your memory." Dennis said in a condescending tone, "Who has really helped you get your

memory back in the two months since you got sober? I can."

"Heh," I laughed at his conceit, "I can still get my memories back without you, that's a far-fetched

reason."

After thinking about it, he felt that it was a bit impersonal to say that, and added, "Mr. George should go

and discuss it with your real fiancée, Miss Susan, I am sure she will be happy to help you with this."

"Well ......" Subdued nod, then raised his eyes, as if a different person, his eyes became firm, "But only

you, is the most suitable to disguise the real Clara."

I frowned, indeed, even Folly and Larry could not tell the difference, in front of the Kennedys, my face is

naturally easily disguised as real.