Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 337

Perhaps Nelly Jones hadn’t been so overlooked, and just as she was about to freak out, Bernice Miller was invited in from outside.

She was wearing a long white dress, her long hair was pulled up, and her delicate face looked even smaller.

I thought this was the third time we’d met. Our eyes met, and she was a little surprised, obviously surprised that I was here.

Before Bernice Miller could speak, her manager, Nelly Jones, said, “Berny, there you are. Let’s do makeup first!”

Bernice Miller said nothing, but looked at me coldly. “Miss Kennedy?”

I smiled and nodded. “Hello, Miss Bernice!”

She looked at me from beginning to end, her eyes resting on my face, her brow furrowed with vague anger. “Since when has Miss Kennedy taken my part?”

Jackie said, “Miss Bernice Miller, didn’t you say you were sick and couldn’t come?”

“So?” Bernice Miller looked at her and raised her eyebrows. “Miss Wells, do you think I can be replaced by anyone?”

“Yeah!” Said Nelly Jones. “If anyone on the street could be here, what’s Berny? She only looks a little like Berny, and she thinks she’s some kind of queen. That’s ridiculous!”

“If you can’t speak politely, get out!” Jackie fumed, “The George group needs a responsible, ethical and positive spokesperson, not a picky eye candy.”

“Who are you talking about?” Nelly Jones stopped faking it and started Shouting at Jackie, “You’re just a marketing director. You could lose your job just because Berny said something. Who do you think you are?”

“Oh!” Jackie almost laughed. “One word from her can put me out of a job? What? When did the George group go to Bernice Miller? Why didn’t I know that?”

“Why not? After all these years of Bernice Miller and Mr. George, who the hell are you to run wild here?” Nelly Jones was a bit reserved, but everyone could tell Bernice Miller and Dennis had a good relationship.

The onlookers didn’t like Bernice Miller very much, but when they heard this, most of them knew in their hearts that they couldn’t afford to offend her.

Jackie, a hard-nosed lady, looked at Bernice Miller sarcastically and said, “Nelly Jones doesn’t know the exact nature of Miss Bernice’s relationship with Mr. George, but Miss Bernice, don’t you know it yourself?”

“You…”

Jackie sneered, “You must have seen pictures of her when you first got plastic surgery, so your eyes and nose look just like hers. Mr. George got tired of looking at you all these years, and are you still wondering who you’re trying to imitate? Huh?”

This was particularly ironic for a star, let alone in public. She blew the lid off a female star’s plastic surgery.

The reporter who knew how to grasp the hot topic had already thought of tomorrow’s headline copy.

However, when I heard Jackie’s words, I noticed that Bernice Miller and Olivia did dress very much alike. They both loved the pure white dress. If I hadn’t seen her twice before, I would have confused the two.

“What are you talking about?” Angry, Nelly Jones lunged at Jackie, pushed her to the ground and yelled, “Jackie, don’t you think you can do anything here, I’m telling you, I can accuse you of false accusation.”

I went to help Jackie, and she patted my hand and said, “It’s okay.”

She stood up and looked coldly at Nelly Jones with a sneer. “Are you angry because I mentioned your sore spot?”

“You…”

Nelly Jones was so angry that she pushed me out of the way and hit Jackie directly.