Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 231
I was held by him, “Be good, I will not touch you!”
I pressed my lips and said angrily, “Stay away from me, or I can’t fall asleep.”
“You have two options, either we sleep like this, or we make the distance between us closer. Of course, it can also be a negative number. Of course, it can also be a negative distance, you know?”
I…
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The next day, Hank’s story was all over the place. Everyone thought Yara did it, that she set up the Gibson family to get the Gibson family.
Three deaths in a row. Except Yank, Gloria and Hank both committed suicide. There’s got to be something going on here.
After all, Hank was the grandchild of the Shone family, and the Shone couple were famous in City P. After their daughter and grandson committed suicide in succession, the Shone family pulled strings and ordered the capital police to conduct a thorough investigation of the deaths.
The matter was so serious that even if the old couple had not asked for it, the police would not have let it go.
So, Yara was investigated, and she was banned from having any involvement in the Gibson family or any money flow to the Gibson family.
She couldn’t even go to the Gibson’s house. The reason the police gave was that everything in the house could have been left at the scene of the crime.
So, basically everything in Yara was banned.
As a result, Yara had no place to live, so she had to stay with Dennis temporarily. The villa was very large. The house Dennis prepared for Mr. Foster had been idle since Mr. Foster returned, so he asked Yara to live there.
I was watching TV coldly when Jackie called me.
Yara was going to live in the villa. I wonder, after all the lives this woman had taken, wouldn’t she be scared?
Yara probably knew I was hostile to her, so she just squinted a little and didn’t say much.
But she was Dennis’s aunt, and I couldn’t do anything about her even if I hated her, so I didn’t say anything more.
I picked up the phone and Jackie lowered her voice to say, “Meet me at the Fortune Center coffee shop on the third floor.
”
With this simple sentence, she hung up the phone.
Usually, in this case, she must have had found something so important that she called me.
I was about to leave when I met Yara at the door. She was dressed in a black coat and a dark green scarf, and with a slight smile on her well-kept face, she looked at me and said, “Are you going out?”
I nodded, not wanting to talk to her much.
She stood in my way, looked at me and sneered, “Who are you rushing to meet? In such a hurry?”
She was obviously looking for trouble, “What can I do for you, Miss George?”
She raised her eyebrows and said casually, “Nothing. I just wanted to talk to you. After all, we’re still related, so we’re gonna have to get along, right?”
“So, what are you going to talk to me about?”
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