Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 1225 But he should have retorted

In just a split second, four or five bullets hit Mario's chest at the same time.

The few employees who followed next to them were also more or less hurt.

At the same time, a group of soldiers in uniform jumped out violently from all sides and fired back.

Under fire, Quinn and Lucas were soon hit. Shot and fell in a pool of blood.

Before I could react, the long, piercing sound of the horn rushed towards me from near to far.

The moment you turn your head, the black car is almost in sight. Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

However, in the next second, a man suddenly jumped out behind me and threw me forward.

A spinning of the sky, in the opening of the eyes, reflected in the face of Dennis.

Each other's breathing is a little heavy, and then look, the car has gone long.

All that remains is the hustle and bustle over at the clubhouse.

The gun battle just now caused quite a stir, seeing the military stepping in to control the scene, the

masses who were not afraid of death swarmed around the entrance to the clubhouse to form a small

encirclement.

Dennis picked me up and escorted me all the way through the crowd into the room.

The injured officers were all brought into the clubhouse lobby, and when we entered, Mario was out of

breath.

Clarie hugged him without saying a word, but the eyes were covered with red blood, tears permeating

the eyelashes, hitting the ground, so that people could not help but also along with the sad.

In fact, for Clarie, without having witnessed the damage Mario did to Diana, the man in his arms was

just the father who gave him life.

Hate, is thin, but blood kinship, but engraved in the bones.

Now this person died for him, but she was too late to call her father, the regret in her heart, perhaps this

life can not be solved.

I wanted to go up and comfort them, but Dennis pulled me back, "Leave them alone for a little while

longer."

There will be no more opportunities later.

The second half of the sentence is my own perception, but I think that's what Dennis meant as well.

We just stayed by Clarie's side wordlessly until the ambulance arrived and took Mario's body away.

I watched Clarie leave with the car, and was about to go back to the clubhouse to make good, when I

glanced at the rest, but I saw Benjamin's figure in the crowd.

He stood behind the crowd, lagging a long way behind, like a lone ghost, standing there alone, with a

cold air, the whole face drooping, living is a "do not approach" human-shaped sign.

Even from that distance, I clearly perceived that he was looking at me.

Perhaps not only now, Dennis flying to save me that scene, but also all fell in his eyes.

But he just stood there, so far away, to make it clear to me that he knew everything, but did not put it on

the table to poke.

This feeling is like, a man knows his wife cheating, but is not willing to break the balance of the

relationship between the two couples, both sides know each other on the cheating is well known, but

there is a tacit agreement to choose to ignore.

And he did.

When I returned home again with uneasiness, Benjamin Ann sat on the couch, neither asking me nor

looking for words, calmly as if nothing had happened.

He did not say, I also play dumb, peace of mind to stay by his side, waiting for the opportunity to

implement my final plan.

This delicate relationship continued for about a week, and that afternoon, shortly after Benjamin went

out, he suddenly came back in.

When I saw him barge in, I couldn't hold back my sarcasm, "What, you can't stand it and you're coming

back to check on me? Is it time to take back the right to give me freedom?"

Benjamin did not answer the question, after a long silence, suddenly out of the voice, said in a low

voice, "Stannis is dead."

My hand holding the remote control lurched, and my heart felt like it was grabbed by something, and

suddenly it didn't move.

Then again, all quickly jumped up and down, so fast that I had a momentary feeling that my heart had

leaked.

Am I hearing things?

For a full ten seconds, I turned my face in a half-hearted manner, looked at his calm face and said out

loud, "This joke is not funny at all."

He said Stannis' life would be saved as long as I didn't cry.

Benjamin is not a nice guy, but he promised me and kept his word.

I expected that this was just an excuse for him to force me to talk and break the ice in our relationship.

However Benjamin suddenly frowned, an apologetic glint appeared in his eyes, and just looked at me

reproachfully, without retorting.

But he should have countered.

Tell me that it would just be a joke for him to scare me.

I began to panic, swallowing nervously, my expression instantly becoming serious, "You killed

Stannis?"

"It wasn't me." Benjamin picked up quickly, as if desperately trying to clear the air, "He killed himself,

leaping off the roof of the building where his mother killed herself, without hesitation."

Breathing stopped for a moment, and my chest hurt so much I could barely open my eyes.

I clearly felt a blood slammed on the top of the head, nasal cavity is only with the smell of blood spread.

Without warning, I began to vomit violently, holding the sofa, making a mess.

I didn't finally stop until there was nothing left in my stomach to throw up.

Benjamin tried to calm me down several times, but I shrugged it off, like a child who had done

something wrong, standing helplessly to one side, unable to enter, not to retreat.

Stannis has said he will live for the sake of his children.

I decided Benjamin was behind it, raised my hand to dry my mouth, reached out and pointed at him,

and spoke like a walking corpse, "It was you, your men who pushed him down! You're a murderer! I will

never let you go in my life! I'll never let you go even as a ghost! I will kill you with my own hands to

make amends to Stannis and to Cassandra!

With that, I gave up and rushed towards him.

I choked him, using all my strength.

Benjamin did not even hide, let me pinch him until his face was red, even his neck was stiff,

desperately in resistance, but he still did not move, and even the corners of his mouth hanging a smile,

as if long looking forward to this scene.

He's going to die in my hands.

But I know this will not work, Dennis is still in the organization, as long as the day does not break

through, even if Benjamin died, there will be another Benjamin top, so that Dennis, who worked

undercover, and I killed Benjamin myself, are not at peace.

I clenched my teeth, desperately suppressing my urge to kill him, for a long time, before I finally let go

of him and fell on the sofa.

"You can't bear to let me die, can you?" Benjamin coughed for a while and just got over it, but clung to

what I had in mind and laughed bitterly to himself, "You'd be intolerant of me too ......"