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Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 436

After a pause, Leo frowned, “You think it’s Mario who did it?”

“Is it impossible?” I looked at him and continued, “Diana didn’t want Clarie to meet the Bennett family, and she didn’t want Mario to know about Clarie’s existence. I just thought that after all, Clarie was his daughter, and that it would be nice for Clarie to have one more person in the world to love her. But it turns out it wasn’t. Mario wanted to keep Clarie at Bennett’s forever, and she didn’t want Clarie to leave with me!”

Leo pressed his lips together, looked at me and said disapprovingly, “Mario has been in business for years. He can’t do such a thing. First, if he wants to keep Clarie, he can let Clarie stay for a while, but Clarie has to grow up. She’s the Bennett family’s granddaughter, and she’s going to be at all kinds of parties. And it won’t be long before Dennis and you both know.”

I lowered my eyes, twitched my fingers, and said irritably, “Maybe he and Dennis set it up at the same time?”

Link looked at me, frowning slightly. “Clara, let’s go back first.”

They all seemed to think I was wrong, and I grew more agitated.

I didn’t say a word all the way.

Back at the hotel, Leo was called away by Link. I sat in my room, fidgeting and irritable.

When I found Snowball, it only reinforced the possibility that Clariana might have been taken by a Bennett.

When something started, it got out of hand.

In the end, I made up my mind that Mario was hiding Clariana.

Thinking of this, I went straight out of the hotel and took a taxi to Where Mario was staying.

Mario didn’t live at Bennett’s house. He lived in a commercial apartment downtown.

It was hard to get in. You had to make an appointment. From the door, I called Mario.

Although Mario was surprised, he didn’t say much. After communicating with the property manager, he asked the property manager to take me up.

The door had been opened early. I went in and looked at the neat order of the room.

Mario heard the noise and got up from the sofa. He got up and poured a cup of tea. Then he looked at me and said, “Have a seat, please!”

I looked at him, but I didn’t move. I just looked around the house. Unexpectedly, the houses in the commercial district were reduced to three stories and luxurious.

Without much appreciation of his house, I started looking around the room.

Seeing that, Mario frowned, “Clara, what are you doing?”

I ran through all the rooms, and there was no sign of a child. My heart could not help burning in anger, and then I took the cup of tea from him hands.

Without hesitation, I threw it at him. I was beginning to lose my composure, “Hey, Mario, you better get Clarie back to me, and don’t you be up to anything, because there’s no way I’m gonna let her live with you.”

He frowned, the water stains on his face sliding down his shirt. “What did you mean?”

I did not intend to talk too much with him, and I said directly, “Didn’t you go through all this trouble to keep Clarie here? I’m telling you, no way! I could never give you my daughter.”

He was angry, “Clara, is there something wrong with you? Would I do that to my own child?”

I sneered and looked at him mercilessly, “How is that impossible? What can’t you do? An unscrupulous businessman. How noble do you think you are?”

His looked fierce abruptly, and his voice was low and cold, without warmth. “Clara, Dennis will spoil you, but I won’t. I’m more anxious than you are about Clarie’s missing, but that’s no reason to be unreasonable.”

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