Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 886

"......Toby found a document from back in the day with Grandpa Hank's signature on it, but it's not completely certain."

Dennis is a smothering personality to do great things, I am afraid that if there is no more than 80% certainty, will not tell me about this.

No wonder Hank has been telling me to guard against Dennis, I think he also knows what happened back then, so before Dennis, in front of me to confuse.

I'm not used to speculating with the utmost malice, especially Hank, but it just didn't work out that way and he became the biggest variable.

That's when Toby's voice came from across the room.

"General Manager, it's ready."

Dennis responded and hung up the phone, "Call you tomorrow ...... do-"

Put the phone to the front, has returned to the dialing interface, looking at the only one call record, the heart mixed.

Dennis wasn't worried about my situation at all.

Actually, I don't blame him, it's my own choice after all.

Put down the phone I did not sleep, simply hold the laptop repeatedly have to look at the baby's picture, hoping to draw clues from it to find his whereabouts.

Look at it and just fall asleep.

It was 10:00 a.m. local time when I woke up again. The weather in Country M has basically not changed much since the beginning of winter, and the sky was gray and overcast, as if the end was near.

After washing up, I opened the door and went downstairs, intending to have a good look around.

The whole old castle was as peaceful as ever, with little difference except that there were a few more servants than before last night's arrival.

These people went to great lengths to get me here, but did not have the slightest intention of preventing me from escaping, I don't know if it was because they took the child and were emboldened, or something else.

"Good morning, Clara," Hank sat at the table, a white suit, elegant and gentlemanly movements, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, reminding people at a glance of the words gongzi like jade.

People for the chopping block, I am the flesh of the fish, fear is useless, I simply frankly walked over and sat down opposite him.

The maid was smart enough to bring an identical breakfast and set it down in front of me.

I, on the other hand, have been watching Hank's every movement expression.

After talking to Dennis on the phone last night, I've been wondering if Hank has really changed.

"Clara, if you keep reading, I'm going to think that you're ready to change your mind."

Hank's eyelids did not lift, lips a closed, but the words carry a great shock.

I froze for a moment before reacting, and then took it in stride, "I don't understand, what's the idea?"

"Of course ......" Hank stopped the movement in his hand and looked up slowly, his dark eyes staring at me, smirking, "choosing to stay with me."

Unsurprisingly, everything has changed, except his obsession with me remains indestructible.

Only now he is no longer the white moonlight who protects me everywhere, but the culprit who stole my flesh and blood.

I sneered, my words dripping with sarcasm, "I didn't know that you were so self-righteous before."

Naturally, I wanted to provoke him, so as to extract the desired information, but even though the words were strange, Hank was not moved, as if he could not feel, so I had the feeling that a punch on cotton.