Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 852 Don't look for me

A banquet with a good number of people made pregnancy suddenly become a big deal. Looking at the

hall full of guests, everything opulent, and remembering Alex's words, I just had a moment of

weakness.

Diana has become a black and white photo, forever fixed on top of a stone monument, while I still

experience a rich life and enjoy the blessings of all people.

After barely recognizing the people, I was already a little tired and had to go upstairs to rest, leaving the

guests in the care of Dennis and Folly.

Just in the living room of the bedroom, there was a sudden muffled sound from the door, as if someone

had fallen, I was curious and walked over holding my stomach, and saw Wendy who had been missing

for a long time .

"Why are you here?" This kind of occasion has Toby followed Dennis is sufficient, there is no need to

bring more assistants.

Wendy somewhat restrainedly tidied up the broken hair scattered on her forehead before she

respectfully replied, "I'm here to deliver the documents to the general manager, there are some things Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

that I don't feel comfortable for outsiders to take over."

Hearing her say that, I just saw the cowhide file bag she was holding, it did look like that, I held out my

hand, "Give it to me."

Wendy's hand holding the documents obviously shrank back a little, and her eyes showed a hint of

difficulty, "Sorry Mrs. George, the general manager said that these documents are top secret, and

anyone who takes them without his own permission will be regarded as stealing trade secrets."

I didn't really buy the comment and my face drooped, "Do you think I would betray my husband? Or am

I, a shareholder of the company, less aware than you, an assistant?"

"No!" Wendy explained nervously, the whole person looked a little frightened, "Mrs. George, don't get

me wrong, I don't mean to doubt you, it's just Mrs. George ......"

Originally I had little interest in this stuff, but Wendy's reaction completely inspired me to be

competitive, and I wanted to see what kind of file it was that I couldn't look at.

I stepped forward and grabbed the file from Wendy's hand, I was pregnant and her top boss, of course

she didn't dare to contradict me, she easily let go of the item, "I will send the file into the study for you,

no one will know you gave it to me, your mission is done, go back."

Wendy was torn in place for a few seconds, her brow furrowed, her expression torn beyond words, and

finally bowed deeply to me, "Please Mrs. George, don't say I leaked it!

After saying that, she seemed to have a difficult time staring at the document before finally making up

her mind to leave.

I was not interested in her reaction and slowly closed the door behind me, moving carefully to untie the

string on the cowhide bag and take out the papers inside.

#the George Group contracted with Huaiyuan Commercial Financing Project

Financing?

Didn't Dennis promise me that he would slow down for now and not rush to expand?

I thought it was just a draft, but at the end of the document, clearly printed with Dennis' signature and

the company's official seal, it was a fully valid contract, and the signing date ...... was on the day I was

checked for pregnancy.

No wonder Wendy's attitude is evasive. When I signed the equity license agreement, one of the

conditions was that the George Group could not start the financing case within two years, and in less

than a month's time, Dennis broke the contract ...... What does he want?

How much more is going on behind my back with that agreement ......Dennis?

Exhaling deeply, I tried to keep myself calm, re-tied the papers, sent them into the study, pretended

nothing had happened, and retreated.

Crossing the hallway, I walked to the fence to check out the living room.

The high vantage point allowed me to see Dennis' position at a glance. The men were almost all

gathered around him, not knowing what they were discussing, and each face could be seen full of

longing, like praying believers, witnessing the scene of the gods coming down to earth.

At this time, the phone in my pocket suddenly vibrated, I picked it up and looked at it at the heel, it was

a Facebook post from Brady.

Two voices.

I clicked on the first one and heard Hank's voice, "Clara, is Dennis with you? If ......"

The voice stops abruptly here, as if someone deliberately cut it off.

I did not even think about it, clicked the second, Brady is still so beaten, "I'm interesting, let you check

the goods first, then talk business, Hank's words are not finished, to continue to listen, depending on

whether Miss Kennedy is willing to nod, in fact, you do not have to worry at all, even if you have the

location of all the communication base stations, the Janks family will not be foolish to work against the

people who eat public food, I assure you, without the Gibson Group to bear any risk, think about it."

This moment if face to face, I'm sure I've already punched him in the chest, this man is too cheap, the

matter of life and death, actually used as a bargaining chip.

It's just that Brady took it so well that Hank disappeared for so long and opened his mouth for the first

time, asking about Dennis, which made me more curious about what he had to say afterwards.

I thought about it, and long pressed to record the voice, "How can the chairman of the Janks family be

so stingy? You want to talk business, but you only give half of the voice, this is what you call sincerity?"

Brady replied in seconds, "Ohhhh, after spending time with Dennis, your negotiation skills have grown,

OK, I'll give you a second chance."

Another voice over followed, this time with Hank's complete words.

"Clara, is Dennis with you? If he wants the Gibson Group, you don't care about anything, just give it to

him! Remember, your safety is the priority! Don't take any chances! And don't rush to me!"

"Drip--"

Hank spoke so quickly that I had to listen twice more to confirm that he was indeed asking me to guard

against Dennis.

I squeezed my phone, looked at the glittering Dennis on stage, and fiercely reached out with a wave of

unease.

All the facts tell me that Dennis wove a huge net that caught all of us in it, and I was one of them.

I turned around and walked back to my room, sitting frozen on the couch until the guests dispersed and

Dennis pushed his way in, then I responded.

"Why are you still awake?" Dennis, his voice laced with a bit of drunkenness, casually threw his jacket

on the back of the couch, came over, leaned over and kissed me on the forehead, "Get some rest

early."

I could see that he was in an extremely good mood, and when he finished, he went straight to the

bathroom and prepared to wash up.

Before he stepped into the bathroom, I called out to him.

"Dennis, did you call these people here today to celebrate the fact that we're about to have two

adorable children, but rather to use this as an opportunity to try to weave your grand business map

through everyone here as quickly as possible?"

Dennis footsteps, the whole room suddenly quiet, the atmosphere is breathtakingly tense.

Silence, sometimes, is enough to say everything.