Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 1007

"If you want me to cooperate, you have to say where you're taking me first, right?"

Hank has almost lost his life because of me last time, old wounds are not healed, and in trouble, I must not involve him again.

At that, Hank opened his mouth to say something, I hurriedly and secretly pinched him on the wrist, signaling him not to act rashly.

These people are in no way in cahoots with Olivia, she is not so bored as to find someone to arrest me after she has just finished showing off in the first foot.

Although Dennis treats people coldly, he is open and honest and will greet me in advance or ask Toby to pick me up, instead of using this barbaric way to "invite" people.

Except for these two possibilities, I really can't think of anyone else.

It is too unpleasant to have to retrieve memories and keep falling into passivity.

There is simply no room to fight back.

"You'll know when you get there." When the man finished, he shed what was left of his decency and reached in with his big hand to tug me.

Hank, of course, will not stand idly by, even if there is little strength in the hands, but always protect me and the man in the suit standoff.

At the crisis point, the sharp brakes sounded loudly, just now also seemed to be aggressive vehicles, at the moment all become a turtle in a jar.

The afterglow swept over and spotted Toby's familiar face.

I hurriedly shouted, "Assistant Toby!"

Toby rushed over with his men and in a matter of minutes, tackled all those tall men in suits.

Toby stepped forward, his breath still unsteady, "Miss Kennedy, come with me."

"Hmm." I didn't even think about it, I immediately agreed.

Hank, who hadn't said anything, also took a stand, "I'm going too."

I thought about it and turned my head to Toby to ask his opinion.

Toby did not object, nodded slightly, said the problem was not big, and took us away together.

Turning the intersection, just in time to meet the siren of the police car, probably a passer-by reported the police.

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Toby took Hank and I to the George Residence, which looks very historic.

Anyone who knows a little about real estate knows that historical relics cannot be measured in modern currency, and those who can live in this place are naturally the best of the best.

In the hall, Dennis and the man named Dorothy sat opposite each other in a heavy atmosphere.

Little Ann was in the other living room, fiddling with the microcomputer, deaf to the commotion over here.

Toby led us in and walked over to Dennis, "Sir, we brought the man, there was a small accident on the road, someone tried to hijack the car, but we stopped it in time."

"Got it." Dennis faintly responded, before raising his head, his cool gaze sweeping over Hank and looking fixedly at me.

Dennis and I have known each other for a while, but I didn't know much about Dorothy and just looked at her casually like a passerby.