Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 1129 The Greatest Evil

Empty-handed, when getting off the plane, the two people are not in a high mood, far from seeing

Dennis waiting at the pick-up gate, but also just pursed his lips and smiled.

The car drove out for a while, mentioned the trip to Hensley Town, some helplessness, "the acquisition

of most of the things to abort, Quinn can think of Hensley Town, other domestic enterprises are

estimated to have arranged eyes, it is difficult to avoid, or have to think of other ways."

Dennis drove intently, reacting calmly, "There's no rush."

After a moment of silence, he asked again slowly, "Want to go back and rest, or have something to eat

first?"

"It doesn't matter, you decide." The thought of being put on the spot by Quinn clogged my heart.

Without waiting for him to say anything, Clarie interjected, "Daddy, drop me off out front, I want to go

back to the clubhouse first."

Dennis raised his eyes and swept the rearview mirror, "Not tired?"

Clarie shook her head, "Hensley Town is close, nothing exhausting. Recently Quinn's people have

been hanging out at the store from time to time, and I'm afraid the staff won't feel comfortable without

the boss."

Dennis didn't answer, silently hit the full steering wheel, turned the direction and drove directly to the

clubhouse.

"Thank you daddy." Clarie said thank you and turned her head to look out the window with a heavy

heart and didn't interrupt again.

When there was a block away from the clubhouse, it bumped into the evening rush and was stuck in

the middle of the road.

The numbers on the traffic lights change at a tortoise speed provoking boredom in the heart, so I rolled

down the window to look around blindly, see the traffic ahead, a glance, one of the black BMW

windows, Lucas's face flashed.

The eyes subconsciously followed the window until the BMW crossed the intersection and disappeared

around the corner.

Is it a hallucination? I always feel that the woman next to Lucas has been seen somewhere.

"What's wrong?" Dennis asked in a low voice when he saw that something was wrong with me.

"I think, I saw Lucas." I lifted my chin and pointed in the direction of the left front, "Just past, I guess I've

already been to the clubhouse."

"Hmm." Dennis responded with a slight sideways glance to the back seat and asked, "Is the clubhouse

okay?"

Clarie looked innocent, first shook his head, and then suddenly remembered something like, hurriedly

took out his phone to check a glance, to confirm that really did not miss any important news, and only

then opened his mouth to reply, "No, it's all trivial matters, I have dealt with before getting on the plane."

Dennis nodded, did not pursue the question, it so happened that the direction of the green light, then

restarted the car, the car speed is obviously much higher than before.

Turned his head to look at his face without any expression, surrounded by more tension for no reason,

the heart can not help but give birth to a little unease.

Soon, the club arrived, Dennis parked the car directly at the door, even without pulling the key, with us

a piece of the car, and walked in with great strides.

When Clarie came back, a small assistant came out to greet her immediately.

"Miss Clarian, you're back."

Dennis swept right past the other side and walked inside with a cold face.

It was his first visit to Clarie's place. The young assistant recognized the richest man at once and was

stunned by Dennis' powerful aura for several seconds as the two brushed past each other.

"Those blacks didn't cause any trouble today, did they?" Clarie spoke up to interrupt his thoughts.

"No." The assistant came back and said with a smile, "No one came at all today, except for the Lucas

set, no blacks could be seen around the clubhouse."

Lucas's men are from the mob, fierce and fierce, just standing there can be scared half of the children

dare not speak, the employees have always been afraid of the heart, rare not to hang around in front of

the eyes, naturally, happy to be together.

Clarie, however, caught the crux of it and, with one foot in her step, asked seriously, "What's he doing

here?"

"Send us wine." The assistant was surprised, "Didn't Manager Yang tell you?"

The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to the public.

Strange, just now people are still in the, where to run ......"

Seeing this situation, we have vaguely sensed that something is wrong.

Clarie's face sank and she asked in a muffled voice, "What's going on?"

Clarie is usually easy-going look, suddenly strong up, scared the little assistant instantly collected the

hands and feet, after standing in a disciplined manner, a serious tell the truth.

"It's nothing, just Lucas and Mrs. George came together and said you have agreed to the wine, we

were afraid to accept it, but Mrs. George said we do not put her in mind, to fire us all, Yang manager

took the decision to accept the wine." Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

Mrs. George?

I said those words? How come I don't know?

These days have been busy in the clubhouse, is there anyone who does not know me?

Inexplicably a little angry, the tone is not very good, "you think clearly, sure I forced you to collect the

wine?"

Hearing me say so, the little assistant smiled flatteringly, "Mrs. George you are joking, you are so good-

tempered, naturally you will not be difficult for us, I am talking about the other Mrs. George."

"It looks like me doesn't it?"

Perhaps it was Jannings who was using my face as a woofer, the exact same face, except for the

closest people, it's not surprising that ordinary people can't tell the difference.

"No way, that one is not half as good looking as you, it's totally a net-face ......" Realizing that he had

said the wrong thing, he hurriedly changed his tone, "Sorry, I don't mean to despise Mrs. George's

aesthetics."

I found, this person said half a day, a sentence did not get to the point, no wonder from the cultural city

with the club, are only a small assistant, and so he explained clearly, can kill people in a hurry.

It's a good thing Clarie knows how to take it and only asks the most important question, "Where's the

wine?"

"It's in the wine vault in the basement." The young assistant finished calmly and side-stepped to give us

the way to the basement.

Clarie was just about to lift her foot when a siren sounded behind her.

Turn around, flashing red and blue police lights of the police car parked in front of the clubhouse,

several uniformed police officers opened the door down and walked straight to us.

The male police officer in charge directly showed his police card and the search warrant in his hand,

"Your clubhouse is suspected of illegal smuggling transactions, and is now being searched according to

the law, who is in charge here?"

I stepped right up and held Clarie back, "I am."

The voice of Diana, who was in a state of confusion that year, will be repeated in Clarie's body after so

many years.

This underhanded tactic is that person's style, and it seems that I was not wrong just now.

Clarie is so old, but she still hasn't improved at all, except for planting evidence, nothing new.

The value of the wine used in the club is very high, and the amount of money involved is significant,

compared to when Diana was wrongly accused of possession of drugs, there is nothing worse than

that, to really let them in and caught, Clarie as the legal person of the club, it is inevitable to be taken

away and detained.

The male police officer gave me a glance and a cold attitude, "Please cooperate with us and go in with

us to search."

At this time, the sound of sharp brakes cut through the air, one after another car braked sharply in front

of the clubhouse on the road, reporters swarmed with cameras and microphones.

The police, fearing that the scene would get out of hand, took the initiative to stop people, and even so,

the entrance to the clubhouse was surrounded by a flood of people.

"Mrs. George, may I ask what you think about your daughter's smuggling?"

"At a young age, you are suspected of breaking our laws, is it because of the lack of upbringing due to

being raised abroad for years?"

"MIss Clariana, did you choose to start your own business in entertainment because you essentially

practice the principle of just-in-time and sucking up money?"

"Is it convenient for Mr. Police to reveal how long the richest man's daughter will face a sentence if the

case is proven?"

"......"

Men, women, gentle students, young women, they wielded the camera and microphone in their hands,

wantonly cut the life of the child, oral criticism, self-proclaimed justice, but do not know that they are the

greatest evil.

"That's enough!" I shouted out uncontrollably, "What do you know about my daughter and who are you

to judge?!"

The noisy crowd was instantly quiet, most of them were stunned, and a few were not afraid to die, so

the camera was aimed directly at me.

The richest wife screaming in the street, what a good point, the title I have helped them to think of - the

richest woman behind the unknown side.

Unfortunately, I am not in a joking mood, not only not afraid of being filmed, but even look directly at the

largest camera, deliberately raised the volume.

"I don't care which newspaper you are from, I'll just say it once, whether my family has broken the law

or not, naturally the police will judge, but if the images you have taken today, about me and my family, if

they get out or appear in any news channel, I guarantee that you will be sued until you lose your

reputation."

Speaking of which, the reporter who knew better had closed the lens cap, and only the camera that

was facing me remained stubborn.

I looked straight at the camera and smiled contemptuously, and the woman hiding behind the camera

revealed her head.

Looking at each other, I was more forceful, "I personally support freedom of speech for journalists, but

whoever does it to my children, then I'm sorry, please be prepared to go against the whole the George

Group."

After saying that, purse your lips, half-smile and keep smiling.

After confronting each other for nearly five seconds, the female reporter finally lost the battle and slowly

turned off the machine in her hand.

The male officer scoffed at this and said, "Mrs. George has a lot of swagger, how dare you make

threats in front of the police?" I'm afraid you've forgotten all about the lawyer's code.

A threat?

Sort of.

To be able to defend Clarie in this way, at least I am honest in my heart.

Squeezing out a fake smile, and not being polite with him, he said stiffly, "You say so, no mother can be

calm when it comes to her child, so if you want to sue me, go ahead."

"But," I paused and looked at the reporter, "if I remember correctly, the person has to agree before a

case can be filed, right? Do you, anyone, want to pursue this?"

No one responded to the silence of the Yachats.

See not catch my pigtail, the male police officer waved his hand, began to be impatient, "Okay, do not

pull these useless, I know you rich people have always been in the eyes of no one, but I tell you,

everyone is equal before the law, you'd better beg God to bless you can withstand the investigation, if I

search out, wait for the bottom of the jail!"

"Search!"