Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 1193 Perfume and people are not the same

The cart was full, but my mood was down, so I had to take out my phone and give Folly an apology,

"I'm sorry I couldn't persuade Clarie, if you're not happy working together, whatever decision you make, Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

I understand."

Folly laughed at my innocence, "Don't be silly, why would I bother with a child? You're really something,

running to Clarie without saying hello to me."

"I just don't want your relationship to get too strained." I exhaled and said helplessly.

"Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on Clarie, I think the little one is in a rebellious phase, it'll be fine after

that." Folly is not taking it seriously.

"Let's hope so." I let out a long breath, and for a while there was no better solution.

"Clara," Folly called out suddenly.

"What?" I asked.

"Thank you." Folly said.

In fact, I am not only for her out of anger, or for Clarie consideration, this thank you, really some can not

afford, "Do not meat, I am not Larry, flowery words are not confused me."

"Heh, then why don't you take me as your teacher and learn the ability to charm men so that you can

use it on Benjamin so that he can't escape you." Folly also began to joke with her mouth.

"Long time to escape." I said, "But after he left yesterday, no movement at all, I really can not get a little

bit."

"What's the hurry? Be patient, the mouse who has tasted the sweetness will turn back again even if he

knows it's a trap, all we have to do is to wait for the rabbit." Folly's analysis was right on target.

"Then we'll listen to you, wait and see what happens, and come over for dinner tonight?" I asked

tentatively, looking at a cart full of ingredients.

"You cooked it yourself?" Folly said.

"Cooked it myself." I affirmed.

"OK, I'll see you tonight."

All the dishes at the dinner table came from my hands, and the little ones were extra generous and ate

an extra bowl of rice.

Snowy also briefly did not mention Clarie because of Folly's guest appearance.

After a long time, there is finally fireworks in the house again.

Late at night, the winter breeze is beating on the window, noisy I was distracted, simply wrapped up in

a robe, to the floor to sit in front of the window.

The fire in the fireplace has not been extinguished, scattered with sparks blown by the wind, falling onto

the near carpet, light and heat were instantly buried, turning into imperceptible dust.

I remembered the word moth to flame, but I didn't think it was very apt, and then the phone on the

coffee table vibrated twice.

The wall clock had just struck four times, and at this hour, who would send a message?

Could it be Dennis?

Thinking about this, I was reluctant to move, but I still got up and walked over to get the phone.

When I opened it, I realized that it was a Facebook message from Brady.

[Tomorrow Mr. George suburban will Wolfgang.

Thanks to Mr. George, I know that the famous Wolfgang is a beautiful woman.

It's close to saying outright that Dennis has a meeting with a beautiful drug lord tomorrow.

With a blank face, I clicked on Facebook and typed a line in the input box to send, "Exact time, Dennis'

current location."

Brady had a quick reply that

[10:00 a.m., Fabumania Vila.

[The brothers are clear, Miss Kennedy last time said the terms, think about it?

Five percent of the conditions, even in exchange for his ten times the news is not too much, this guy is

really anxious.

"Not at the moment."

The dialog box immediately appears being typed, but after waiting for a minute, but there is no

message reply, just keep typing.

As if caught in a silent game, he could not wait, and I was unwilling to give in, who did not want to be

taken advantage of.

I ended up worrying about missing Dennis' trip tomorrow and hastily sent another message, "I won't

keep you waiting too long."

Brady accepted it with alacrity, [That couldn't be better.

Looking at this fake benevolent rhetoric, the heart of a fierce sadness, people in high places, millions of

dollars, is it really to lose the human touch?

Maybe Brady has his own considerations, but I'm just glad I'm not friends with him yet.

People, or have to have a taste.

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The following day.

At 8:30 a.m., I drove up to guard the Fabumania Vila exit.

Dennis' car appeared fifteen minutes later, and when he drove out of the neighborhood entrance, I

quickly stepped on the gas and rushed up to cut him off.

Without waiting for Dennis' reaction, I got out of the car and pulled away from his passenger seat,

simply bent over and sat on it, and then started to put on my seatbelt by myself.

"What are you doing here? Get out of the car!" Dennis ordered me with some annoyance.

"I'll do whatever you're going to do, just drive, I won't get you in trouble." I hugged my seat belt tightly

and leaned back frankly in my chair, not moving my butt out of the car at all.

Dennis frowned and made a move to unbuckle his seat belt, I knew he wanted to be tough, pulled me

out of the car and said bluntly, "It's almost nine o'clock, time waits for no one, some opportunities

missed, it's not that easy to start over, are you sure you want to waste time with me here?"

Listen to the name "Wolfgang" will know how hard her hand, if the first meeting is not punctual, I am

afraid that Dennis will not be able to get on the line.

Dennis did not have a good look at me, but finally gave up the struggle, "to the place honestly stay in

the car, do not run around bad things."

I shrugged my shoulders, did not say yes or no, and see what happens.

Dennis couldn't be bothered with small talk, and once the car was in reverse, he drove off the side and

then picked up speed.

The car just drove more than ten minutes, the heating took effect, the temperature rose at the same

time, the smell of perfume in the car gradually become stronger.

Dennis's preference has not changed over the years, it is still the same, I deliberately teased him, "so

long apart, the perfume has not changed, in fact you still miss the old."

Dennis gave a sideways glance, then said, uncomprehendingly, "Perfume is not the same as people."

Ok, ok, know you want to avoid suspicion, you'd better shut up, I don't want to hear it.

I rolled my eyes and lost interest in teasing him, and there was nothing to say all the way.

At 9:55, we finally arrived at our destination.

Wolfgang's people obviously also attached great importance to this meeting, with a circle of people

letting off steam downstairs and six cars alone.

"Stay put." Dennis looked grave as he buttoned his suit and finished, then opened the car door and

went down.

I came to him in order to stimulate Benjamin, although selfish, but did not want to put Dennis in danger,

so see such a big fight outside, and did not intend to go down to mess up.

But apparently? When it comes to here, personal freedom I don't count.

Within five minutes of Dennis going upstairs, I was spotted by the inspecting bouncer and forced out of

the car and taken into the crappy building across the street.

When I got to the second floor, I met "Wolfgang" as Brady called him.

As he said, it is indeed a beautiful and voluptuous woman, but the age is not much different from me, it

is no longer considered to be charming.

"Wolfgang" wearing a simple white suit, looks competent and stable, sitting opposite Dennis, with a

faint smile on his face, if not the atmosphere of the rotten building to set the scene, at first glance just

an ordinary business partners to talk about the project.

The bodyguard escorted me step by step, and "Wolfgang's" face became more and more three-

dimensional, and the more I looked, the more familiar I felt.

Soon Dennis also noticed I was caught and got up to explain, "Miss Traylor, she didn't know about our

deal, it was a misunderstanding."

That's her, Shirley Traylor, the youngest female president of The Traylor Pharmaceutical Company.

I was shocked that the conscientious entrepreneur who saves lives with pharmaceuticals is actually

doing drug dealing behind the scenes?