Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 269

The man looked very angry, and judging from the clothes he was wearing and the large gold chain around his neck, he must be a nouveau riche. He probably had some money, bought a house in City P, and probably went rogue.

He shoved the manager aside, looked at Leo and said angrily, “Who are you? Mind your own business!”

Who was Leo? If he wanted to kill a man, he had plenty of cold and grim means. He kicked in the man’s bulging belly and said nothing, giving the man no chance to rebel.

And without hesitation, he kicked the man straight in the groin, “You like that, right? If you say one dirty word, I’m gonna kick your ass. Keep going!”

“Ouch…” Came his shrill voice. He rolled on the ground with his crotch in his hands.

A lot of people gathered around and looked at us.

Leo was in a better mood and looked at the manager and said, “Take him away and don’t let him in from now on!”

The manager did not dare to say a word more He hurriedly asked several people to carry the man away.

I stood by and watched him. That was the second time he hit someone when he was in a bad mood.

When he saw me looking at him without moving, he pursed his lips and said calmly, “Did I scare you?”

I shook my head. “Twice already. I suspect you intended violence in front of me. Are you implying something?”

He took off his coat, threw it on the sofa and leaned back. He lay down and said to me, “It was an accident. I didn’t control it well. I’ll pay attention next time.”

I was speechless.

He bought a few drinks and the waiter cleaned up the mess. He looked at me and said, “I can see how you like to meddle.”

Me???

“Since when have I meddled?” I didn’t think I was much of a party person.”

He gulped down the wine he had brought, looked up at me and said, “There, that girl has looked at you several times.”

I froze for a moment and looked back to see the girl who had just been beaten did not leave, still standing straight in the booth side. She seemed to be waiting for the manager to deal with that.

I pressed my lips together and looked at Leo. “There’s nothing I can do for her.”

“You thought you were doing her a favor, but in fact you were doing her a disservice!” The sudden appearance of a voice startled me.

Suddenly, a very beautiful woman sat down beside me. She was very flamboyant and very aggressive.

I was stunned, “Hi!”

The woman glanced at me, dismissively saying, “Folly Lewis. What’s your name?”

Folly Lewis?

Youngest daughter of Old Louis, little sister of Samuel Lewis?