Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 1008

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."