Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 1140

Dennis thought he was doing a good job of hiding it, but he didn't know that the sleeping man was already exposed.

To this day, many things have been settled, so what is the demon that makes him so upset?

Seeing that he had already put on his jacket, I could not delay, so I also hurried to get up, simply cleaned up, and went down with him to meet the guests.

Walking to the stairway, from afar, I saw the man Nanny mentioned, a man in a straight suit, full of heroism.

There were two men guarding the doorway, supposedly his men, and by the looks of it, this man is not a small man.

Dennis walked down the last step before opening his mouth to welcome the guest, "Long wait."

At that the man stood up, and when we approached, he politely shook Dennis' hand, "Hello, Mrs. George."

With that, he nodded at me again and exchanged polite glances, as a greeting.

Both sides sat down together, Dennis folded his legs and went straight to the point, "I wonder what you want to do at your door so early in the morning in person?"

The man also did not delay, reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out a black wallet and handed it over, "This is my ID."

Dennis took the documents in his hand, opened them in turn and I briefly scanned them, then handed them back, acting calmly, "I wonder what we can do with you?"

Fidel Felton's features are very good-looking, the image of a tough guy in the traditional sense, born to represent the military, also gives a straightforward impression.

It's just that the eyes give me a sense of déjà vu, perhaps having passed each other in a sea of people.

Fidel really can't beat around the bush, a serious statement of intent, "According to the information we have, in recent times, Lucas and Quinn these two people often in the George family in and out?"

So it's not without reason that people who are close to the ink are black, and they hang out with people like them more, and eventually they are targeted.

Dennis lowered his eyes in thought for a moment and didn't deny it, "There is such a thing."

Fidel nodded with a stony face, two thick eyebrows slightly wrinkled, "For the identity of these two people, I wonder how much Mrs. George knows?"

Fidel spoke politely and did not indiscriminately lump Dennis and Quinn together.

He treats people sincerely, and Dennis doesn't shy away from being honest, "I know everything I need to know, and I can be a little more direct."

"Hmm." Fidel nodded and got to the point, "In that case, what I want to ask, Mrs. George probably has in mind, please give me an affirmative answer, yes, or no?"

Tainted with a group of burning, killing and looting, no evil, Fidel to ask, naturally, is Dennis has not intervened in it.

In my opinion this question is not difficult to answer, but somehow, Dennis actually silent.

Everyone knows what it means to be silent on such matters of principle.