Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 245

Looking at her, I suddenly thought of Dennis and said, “It’s your mission!”

She paused, looked at me and said, “What?”

“Mission! Grandpa was in the military, so he raised you to believe in duty and mission. You don’t want to leave the Gibson family, not because the Gibson family can bring much benefit to you, but when Yank talked about cooperation with you, in fact, you subconsciously planned to carry the Gibson family.”

She was stunned for a while and didn’t say much. She raised her eyebrows and said, “No wonder my father chose you.”

She stood up and said faintly, “Now that the cooperation has been agreed, I hope I can hear from you soon.”

…

In the afternoon.

Andy Lee was sentenced to ten years in prison for bribery and accepting bribes of a large amount of property.

Through the heavy glass walls, I looked at his haggard face, which looked as if he had aged several years.

When he saw me, he sneered sarcastically, “What? Are you here to laugh at me?”

I looked at him and did not contradict him, but said, “Your family’s property and illegal income have all been confiscated and mortgaged. I heard your daughter is going to middle school soon. She goes to a private school, so tuition and living expenses must be quite expensive. Your assets are basically tied up now, and with the money your wife has, it won’t be long before she has to quit school.”

He looked at me with wide eyes and said excitedly, “What do you want?”

I was in no hurry to say what I wanted, but simply said, “It seems your wife has already found a replacement. It was probably too much for a rich lady like her, who had been used to good times, to suddenly be left to bear all the burdens alone. I hear your wife keeps a good figure and looks. If she finds another one, it won't be hard for her to lead a good life.”

He glared at me with his anger palpable through the glass. “What do you want?”

“I want Luna’s records of all of her transactions over the years, from the start of her career, all of her life! I want them all.”

He sneered, “Her life story is on almost all the big websites. There is no need to ask me for it. And I don’t know anything else about her!”

Seeing his resistance, I relented slightly. “Give me that,” I said, “and I’ll take care of your daughter for the next ten years. With the support of The George family in Newton Town and the Kennedy family in City P, as long as she works hard enough, she will have a bright future.”

His irritated eyes paused, looked up at me, and said uncertainly, “Are you sure?”

“You can choose not to believe it. It’s your daughter’s life. Whatever you choose, her life is up to you.”

He pressed his lips together, his head in his hands, his fingers in his hair, pulling at it, as if he were thinking, as if he were struggling to make a decision.

After a long time, he looked up at me and said, “Yes, but I want a promise. You have to give it to me!”

I nodded, “Okay.”

There was a long silence before he said, “Newton Town, Century Garden, you go to my wife and tell her about it, and ask her to meet me here with what I have given her!”

I nodded. “Any other messages?”

He shook his head and spoke no more.

Coming out of prison, I looked up at the overcast sky. For about a month, the sun never seemed to come up in Newton Town.

It was always foggy and hazy, with occasional drizzle or snow, which was pretty annoying.

Still, spring should be around the corner.