Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 1130 - Lend your good advice

As soon as the words were spoken, a group of people pushed their way inside and headed straight for

the wine store.

The police have no conclusive evidence to prove that Clarie is directly related to the smuggling of fine

wine, the most they can do is detain the person for forty-eight hours.

No matter how well planned Quinn and the others are, I'd give anything to have Clarie on the hook.

When I was not able to stay with Diana the whole time, now I have to be Clarie's bottom.

Standing in the doorway of the wine store, patting the back of Clarie's hand, restraining her emotions

while gesturing to her to take it easy, no matter what happens, I will be with her to face it.

"Open up." The male police officer couldn't wait to get to the front of the line.

The employee in charge of the key looked at me and Clarie, and after receiving permission, took out

the key and inserted it into the lock hole.

The moment you turn the lock cylinder, the wine vault violently came "bang" the sound of broken glass.

Across a door, the sound was clear and crushing.

The police officers present almost simultaneously into a state of combat readiness, pulled out the pistol

pinned to the waist, all together aimed at the heavy door, the next second, the male police officers will

open the door employees ripped aside, and teammates for a simple eye contact, a kick up.

"Bang--" The door panel fell heavily against the wall and the center door opened wide.

The heavy smell of alcohol came, appeared in the eyes of the crowd is full of scarlet gilt mixed with

alcohol, almost diffused over the threshold flow out, the corner of the baskets filled with wine lids

scattered everywhere, glass shattered, the light shining in the water, vaguely reflecting the light.

Dennis stood in the middle of a floor of liquor, pants leg wet most of the way, suit jacket has been

thrown to nowhere, leaving only the thin white shirt inside, tie hanging crookedly on the neck, next to a

few drops of red wine stains.

Hearing the movement of the officers huddled in the doorway before he looked over head-on, revealing

only half a bottle of whiskey left in his hand, and tilted his head and took a large sip without any haste.

The male police officer's "stop" throughout the basement, but did not make time stand still, the bottle

"bang bang" broken, and fell to the ground and other broken bottles collided together, leaving a large

arrogant wall The wine marks on the wall.

The male police officer's face was green with anger, grinding his back teeth, his eyes were sparking,

and he couldn't say a word for half a day.

Dennis was innocent, his face unchanged as he raised his hand to dry the wine at the corner of his

mouth, "What's the matter, and bothering so many police comrades to make a personal trip?"

This damn sickly sexy, really call people love and hate.

I almost lost a laugh, so I had to use the energy to grab the words, "Someone reported us illegal

smuggling, specially applied for a search warrant to search it."

"Oh," Dennis said lightly, "that's a bad coincidence, there was a little accident and the wine spilled all

over."

Said here a pause, raised his eyes to the male police officers, carelessly spread his fingers towards a

mess on the ground, "If you don't mind, help yourself."

The wine spilled, the bottle broke, destroyed the corpse, go in also have to "wet", fall not half good,

foolish to go in it.

The male officer gave Dennis a defiant glare, but ultimately said nothing, collected his gun and led his

men toward the exit.

Not two steps, and suddenly stopped, Yin Yang sarcastically said, "Mrs. George and Mr. George is

worthy of being a couple, one singing and one tacit understanding, the whole City P is afraid to find the

second pair!

In this tone, he is trying to say that we are "working together", right?

What kind of person would conclude that my family is evil based on empty words alone?

I just played dumb and took it all in, "With your good advice, we will definitely grow old together!"

"Hmph," the male police officer sneered, "I hope the next time we deal with each other, you'll still be

able to laugh as much as you are now!"

After saying this, he left indignantly.

That temperament, do not know what we think we have a deep hatred, now people are so

"discriminatory" businessmen, not yet the stolen goods, we "qualify", as if determined the George

Group to go to today The George Group has made a lot of money, and none of it is clean.

When their figures disappeared in the basement door, Dennis raised his feet and walked out, the soles

of his shoes and the glass squeezed one step at a time, rhythmically emitting a "clucking" sound.

The wine warehouse is not heated, through the hall wind from time to time, cold people straight shrink

neck, I hurriedly let Dennis to change clothes down, "are wet, to the rest room to deal with it, do not

freeze cold."

"Not so much." Dennis didn't care much and looked at Clarie with a serious face, "Get someone to

move the rest of the wine immediately and find a hidden place to hide it, it might be useful later."

At that Clarie and I couldn't help but look at the pile of open baskets, showing a scared look.

It turns out that Dennis did not destroy all the wine, but only to create an illusion to conceal the sea,

most of the smuggled wine is still intact in the wine basket, but where those police officers are not

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Time is too late, only a gamble, fortunately, he won the bet.

Fearing that the group of police officers would go and return, I hurried out to urge Clarie, "Go, do as

your father says and do as you are told."

Clarie nodded with a gloomy expression, then instructed the staff who came with the door to gather

people, "In addition to the security guards at the door, and the hall cleaners, all handed over here, let

them be natural, do not alarm the reporters outside."

"Understood." The employees got the order and left in response.

Clarie added, "Mommy, I'm sorry for your trouble today, leave this place to me, you and Daddy go

upstairs to the manager's room for a rest, later I'll have someone send a clean set of clothes up, when

I'm done here, I'll go up and give an account of the situation."

Dennis did not react, calmly lifted his feet and left, I gave Clarie a "relax" wink, and then followed.

All the way out, there have been employees one after another hurrying down the road.

When waiting for the elevator, Dennis intentionally or unintentionally glanced towards the door,

probably watching the police car drive away.

Dennis finished showering, Clarie also pushed the door in, a cautious look of doing something wrong,

and did not dare to sit, walked to the sofa and began to apologize, "I'm sorry daddy, this time I was not

careful in using people, almost let the whole project die, I will take full responsibility."

As always, rational, detached, and permeated with an unusual restraint.

At this moment I heard God's announcement that all the efforts made before were in vain, and that

Clarie's calmness and indifference were engraved in her bones, and that she would not blatantly reveal

her emotions.

In the end, he inherited Mario's patience.

Dennis was clearly not that subtle, focusing only on the event itself, "I want to know, what are you going

to do about it?"

Clarie was silent for a moment and said, "Fire the manager involved and never hire him, and

thoroughly investigate the personal relationships of all the employees in the club to make sure the

same thing doesn't happen again, and upgrade the surveillance equipment so that we can deal with

unexpected situations at any time."

I nodded silently, it's not easy to consider the problem from three aspects in such a short time.

But Dennis didn't seem satisfied and raised his thick eyebrows upward, a little aggressively, "That's it?"

Clarie's eyes flashed with obvious consternation, a brief frown between her eyebrows and quickly

melted away, slightly helpless, "Sorry daddy, otherwise, I haven't thought of it yet."

In less than a minute, two apologies have been made and the atmosphere has changed subtly. Dennis

has always unconsciously put pressure on his subordinates in the workplace, and now he has applied

this to Clarie.

Subconscious workplace habits are difficult to detect, I can only speak out to ease the atmosphere,

jokingly said, "Well, things are in the past, family chat, so serious why?"

"Clarie is still young, not enough experience, you are seniors in this area, so do not sell it ~"