Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 418

Mario was a businessman. He could see what was at stake. After a pause, he said, “But bad loans at home could land Hank in jail. If he was cleared and returned to Country M, it would be like killing Hank Gibson if you revealed what was happening to the major bourgeoisie in Country M.”

Dennis didn’t say anything. He just looked at his half-empty glass of water and raised his hand to check the time.

Mario said after a moment of silence, “I still don’t get it. Why do you have to do this to Hank Gibson?”

Dennis raised his eyebrows and didn’t speak, obviously not trying to answer him. He just looked back and saw me standing at the top of the stairs.

A sort of smile came over his darkened face, then he raised his hand toward me and asked me to go downstairs.

I smiled and went downstairs. Mario stopped when he saw me.

Finn came out of the kitchen and said with a smile, “Breakfast is ready.”

I nodded, looked around, and then I realized Clariana wasn’t in the room. I thought she was still asleep, so I said to Finn, “Finn, is Clariana still asleep?”

Finn pointed out into the yard and said, “She’s playing in the yard with Snowball.

Sure enough, hearing the noise, she ran in from the yard.

She threw herself into my arms and looked at me, “Mom, Uncle Dennis says I should get up early, so I never sleep in.”

I touched her face and smiled awkwardly, “Clarie, you’re the best.”

Snowball had just been showered the day before and was rubbing at her feet, nice and soft.

Clariana looked at me and said hesitantly, “Mom, can I take Snowball with me?”

I was stunned. After thought about it, I said, “Clarie, Snowball is a small animal. He can’t fly with you. It can do a lot of damage if you ship him. So, mom doesn't recommend you take him.”

“But…” Children were simple. They would become spiritually dependent on someone they stayed with for a long time.

Mario couldn’t bear to see Clariana hesitating and upset, so he said, “There is a special cabin for pets on the plane, so we only need to book a first-class cabin, and then we can take Snowball after we go through the formalities.”

Clariana's large eyes lit up as she looked at Mario and said, “Really?”

Mario nodded, “Yes.”

She jumped around with joy and hugged Mario, kissing and laughing.

I was speechless. He was a rich man, and he didn’t even care about thousands of dollars.

Seeing this, Dennis smiled and walked to me, then put me in his arms and said, “She deserves that. It’s a good thing.”

I…

There was no limit to a man’s affection for his daughter.

I shrugged and went straight into the kitchen for breakfast.

After breakfast, nearly all her things were packed. Mario looked at me and said, “You can count on me to take care of Clarie.”

I nodded, never doubting his kindness to Clariana. After all, she was his own child and he would keep her as a treasure.

When I saw Clariana off, I sighed, “Sure enough, when children grow up, they are no longer controlled by their parents.”

Dennis laughed and said, “She’s just going on a trip. It’s not appropriate.”

I glared at him and said angrily, “But she is my daughter!”

It was a pastry shop, but it was also an afternoon tea restaurant. It was an elegant and quiet place for a party.

As soon as we went in, a waitress came out and said politely, “Hello, ladies. Where are your reservations, please?”

“Room 07!” Folly said, then handed the little sign to the waitress.

The waitress nodded, bowed slightly, raised her hand, and said, “Please follow me.”

We followed her to our room, where the waitress handed us a menu, “Here’s the menu and I’ll be here when you’re ready.”

Folly Lewis thumbed through the menu, selected a few briefly, then looked at me and said, “Do you like anything special?”

I smiled lightly, “Anything. I’m not fussy about food.”

She ordered a few dishes, and a waitress came up and set an elaborate dessert in front of me and Folly.

And a drink that looked like juice, but it wasn’t juice.

Folly handed the menu order to a waitress and instructed, “Wait a few minutes before serving. We have a friend on the way.”

The waitress nodded and said, “Okay!”

I looked at the pastry in front of me and felt a little confused. Then I looked at Folly and said, “This drink looks like jelly but doesn’t look like jelly.”

She smiled and nodded, “It’s made from the frozen flesh of a filtered fruit from tropical Southeast Asia. I didn’t know it until I drank it there on my previous trip. It was delicious. Try it!”

I took a sip and nodded, “It is delicate and sweet, with no trace of ice.”

She took a spoonful of the ice water the waitress had brought her and put it on the cake. Then the cake began to smoke faintly, with a sweet smell. It smelled delicious!