Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 429

His face softened when he saw me. He pushed the woman who was tugging at him away with little pity.

He strode over to me and said in a deep voice, “What are you doing here?”

“I met someone I know!” I said, without explaining exactly how I had met Alex.

He raised his eyebrows and tugged at me to leave.

But how could Sheila Torres just let him go? Her eyes were cold when she saw me. Her drunken sanity made her look at me and sneer.

She looked at Dennis and said, “Dennis, look at us. Take a good look at us. Am I not as pretty as she is? Or am I not as fit as she is? I can give you what she can, and I can give you what she can’t.”

In her excitement, without any regard for her dignity, she pulled the dress from her bosom to reveal her breasts. She grabbed Dennis’s hand and said, “Feel it. If she can do what you want in bed, so can I. I can do better than she can.”

It was a public place, after all, and her gestures would no doubt attract a lot of attention.

And Dennis’s face was completely black. Almost without hesitation, he threw his hand so violently that Sheila Torres was thrown to the ground.

She was unsteady in her high heels. She stepped back and bumped into the corner of the table, cutting her forehead.

Maybe the pain woke her up a little bit. She looked up at Dennis and realized, belatedly, that everyone was looking at her. She looked down and saw her own naked body.

Almost automatically, she reached out and pulled at her dress.

But she was drunk, and if she was sober for a moment, it was only for a moment. She looked down and began to giggle.

Then she looked up at Dennis and me, her eyes moist. She looked at Dennis, although she smiled on her lips, the tears in her eyes did not diminish.

She raised her hand and pointed at me, “Clara, what did you do to seduce this man? Why is he so obsessed with you?”

Then she looked at Dennis and said sarcastically, “What’s so good about her? She’s been messing with Hank Gibson. Do you think she’s clean? Look at all the news which had been blocked. How dirty she is! You still want her when she’s so dirty? Why? You guys don’t mind that?”

Almost instantly, before I knew it, Dennis had Sheila Torres by the neck.

His face contained anger, and Sheila Torres blushed as she gasped.

His dark eyes narrowed and his voice was cold. “If you want to die, I’ll give you a ride.”

As he said this, the strength of his hands increased.

There was a sound of talking and breathing all around. In hindsight, I realized that Sheila Torres had completely pissed Dennis off.

He wanted to kill her.

Seeing someone around me pulling out his cell phone to take photos, I almost automatically ran to Dennis, pulled his hand apart and said, “Dennis, take it easy. Let’s go home.”

If this got out, Dennis would be verbally attacked. No matter how good a man was, once he was found to have beaten a woman or violent tendencies, the power of the Internet would not investigate the incident at all, but would directly sentence him to death.

Dennis was Dennis, after all. He had run the George Group for years, and he had seen a lot of business shenanigans. One Sheila Torres wasn’t enough to get him all worked up.

For a moment he pulled back his hand and smiled. Then he took a couple of bills from his wallet in his pocket, folded them in half and stuffed them into Sheila Torres’s bulging chest.

He smiled gently, “Here’s a tip for all your hard work. I’m too neat to do anything to someone like you. That’s enough for a cab ride home.”

A stab wound with a bright knife was at most a pain in the flesh. But the sarcasm was more painful than a bright knife.

Sheila Torres’s face was instantly pale and bloodless.