Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 1129

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."

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?"