Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 1163 is not smart enough

When I hurried to Kimdock, I saw Folly waiting anxiously by the door, looking like she had been waiting

for some time.

While leading me inside, I explained, "This way, looking for someone to watch it."

"Are you sure it's poison?" I asked in a whisper with the last shred of expectation that Toby, like Dennis,

was the pride of the heavens and shouldn't be associated with something dirty.

"Nine out of ten." Folly sighed with a regretful face and said no more.

At the end of the corridor on the first floor, tall bodyguards on the left and right guard the door of the

room on the right, and their cold faces make no one dare to approach the perimeter of the room.

Folly paused at the door and asked one of the bouncers, "Did anything happen?"

"Everything's fine." The bodyguard replied.

"Hmm." Folly nodded, "Open the door."

"Yes." The bodyguard respectfully answered, then took out the key and removed the safety lock

hanging separately on the door, before pushing it open again.

However, when you walk in, the large room is empty.

Folly and I exchanged glances and guessed the person was hiding, "Probably in the bathroom."

Said to push the bathroom door, however, still nothing, but the ceiling exhaust fan location was pried

open, the size of the hole to accommodate adult males is not a problem.

The situation is obvious, the person ran away.

Folly was a bit depressed, "I'm not going to eat him, what's the point of running?"

Looked at the distance between the exhaust fan and the ground, although there are chairs to help,

want to climb up or to take some effort, Folly said Toby touched the poison, the body should be weak

and weak, even so, he still climbed out with willpower.

Thinking of his stoic voice on the phone, an unspeakable sadness welled up in my heart, "That kind of

look, who wants to be seen by acquaintances?"

The person who is always in front of people is shiny and bright, which can allow himself to show people

in the most wretched appearance.

Even as a bystander, I was still lucky to think that nothing had happened if I hadn't seen it with my own

eyes, let alone Toby himself.

"Nope." I suddenly reacted, Toby was killed like this, what about his wife and son?

Thinking of this, I rushed to the company's small assistant to call his home address details, regardless

of whether there is something wrong, must personally go to see to rest assured.

I asked for a phone number and contacted Janice, knowing that she was nearby, and made an

appointment to meet at the door.

During this time Folly has been watching quietly, did not make any comments, only looks like he wants

to say something, seems to have something to say.

I'm afraid that she is also out of things do not want to bother me, put away the phone when it will

pretend to ask a casual, "there are other things?"

Folly shook her head and looked back at me from her contemplation, "No, you're leaving now?"

"Hmm." I nodded affirmatively, the guilt hitting me again, "Toby was out this afternoon, it's too late to go

now."

Folly froze for a moment, nodded slightly again in understanding, and added, "I mean, Dennis is

coming over later, too, and you'll leave when you're gone?"

"What's he doing here?" I asked.

"I informed him." Folly explained, "Toby is his man, how can he not show up when something

happens?"

Just as the words were spoken, there was the sound of even footsteps by the door, followed by the

voice of the security guard greeting, "Mrs. George!"

When I heard the voice and looked over, I saw Dennis walking in with no expression on his face.

Seeing me he was not surprised, calmly swept around the room, saw Toby was not there, then looked

in our direction, faintly lifted his lips, "Where is everyone?"

"Ran off by myself." Folly spread her hands, indicating that the place was in full view and there was no

need to look for it.

Dennis sniffed and lowered his eyelids, seeming to be thinking about something, then turned around

and was about to leave.

"Wait." I called out to him, "Do you know what they did to Toby?"

Dennis stopped with his back to me, silent like a big mountain.

Maybe he didn't know, maybe he didn't want to admit it, but I wanted him to face it, to face everything

he ever cared about.

"Those people, jamming into Toby's house, surrounding his wife and children, blackmailing him, forcing

him, pumping things into his body, what an addict is like you've seen, that's what Toby is now, he

trusted you so much, what about you, what did you do to him, you watched Olivia humiliate him trample

him, make him pay the price of dignity for your personal vendetta. Now even his body has to be

tortured by all that filth and he is afraid to even meet people, this is how you treat a friend who is closer

than your own brother.

I walked up to him and forced him to meet me at eye level, with less than a fist's length between us.

Confirming that his black eyes were also looking at me, I bottomed out even more, meeting his gaze

straight on and confronting him, "Actually, you were just acting, or you wouldn't have come."

Dennis inclined his head and his eyes darkened, "So?"

I was overwhelmed by his sudden counter-question, looking at this familiar handsome face, my brain

was blank.

I thought most of the bystanders in this world are kind-hearted, even to strangers, seeing the situation

is unbearable will also be moved by compassion, but this moment, sympathy for this thing did not

appear in Dennis's eyes.

Is he hiding it too well, or am I too sensitive?

"Don't tell me you think Toby deserved to be treated that way?" I sounded almost from the deepest part

of my throat, timidly feeling that as long as I didn't irritate Dennis, I wouldn't hear the unacceptable

answer.

But the truth is, I heard it.

Dennis' eyelids didn't even lift, and in a tone that couldn't have been calmer, he said, "Not really, let's

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"What?" I didn't react first to the meaning of the words.

Dennis was finally patient for once, but his words were still dry and hard to hear, "I'm fine now, aren't I?"

When did Dennis become so arrogant? Those people were obviously sent by Olivia to retaliate against

Toby, what does it have to do with whether Toby is smart or not?

I can't help but hold my forehead, I have to slow down to figure out how to turn Dennis' skewed mind

around.

However, Dennis is very disrespectful to lift his feet, ready to cross me directly to leave, fortunately I

reacted quickly enough, side step to block his way.

How could I possibly waste this great opportunity to spend time together without Benjamin and Olivia

messing around with him?

Dennis stopped, frowned slightly, looked at me with a sideways glance and said, "You'd better let me

go right away and maybe save Toby's life."

A powerful sense of oppression came over me, and I was ghostly stunned, staring into his deep eyes,

wondering if this could be believed.

He was the one who said himself that I was a pain in the ass, and he had ways to get rid of them.

Dennis took in my performance, a faint smile of triumph on his face, "If you don't believe me, continue

to stop, a human life only, I big deal afterwards more pension, also can be the whole former love."

Money money money, a mouth is the interest money Dennis is really bad.

If I could, I would love to jump on him and punch him twice in that head that doesn't know what it's

thinking.

But no, Toby is unconscious, a man out there is more than lucky, even if reluctant, I can only grit my

teeth and take my hand back, watching Dennis strutting away.

His back was as wide and solid as ever, but I couldn't help but feel sad.

Dennis, what the hell are you thinking? If you want to save people, you should have controlled those

bastards from the beginning, and if you don't want to save them, why do you have to rush here?

I have to admit that there is no way for me to probe the truth when he is truly trying to hide his

emotions.

People who naively think that love has no variables can only ever be in a passive cycle of deadlock.