Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 154 Be Angry with Dennis

I shook my head. "I'm fine. You go up first. Mr. Bennett will come down to pick me up later. Go ahead!

Don't let me keep you too long."

He raised his eyebrows and smiled. "Vice President Mario Bennett?"

I nodded.

He smiled and went up without saying anything.

Seeing this situation, the receptionist was more than sure. She looked at me and said, "Mrs. George,

don't take what happened just now to heart. I didn't mean it. This is my job. Please forgive me."

Daisy said grumpily, "Your job? What's your job? Your job is to receive and convey the message. First,

you didn't receive us well, and second, you didn't pass on the message."

"You didn't pass on the message because we didn't have an appointment. It's not your fault, but the

most important thing in your work is to receive guests. Not only did you not receive us well, but you

also sneered at us. Why would the company keep a receptionist like you?"

After all, Daisy had been by my grandfather's side for many years and had more or less seen the world.

She had a clear mind and sharp words.

The receptionist was speechless. She looked at me and said, "Mrs. George, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it!"

"Do you think it's okay if I apologized to someone after I killed him?" Daisy was angry and continued to

argue a point to death.

"How could you be like that?" The receptionist raised her voice. "I've already apologized to you. Why

are you so aggressive? It's Mr. George who has a mistress. It's your husband who found a woman

outside, why vent your anger on an outsider? What's so great about having money?"

Her words attracted a lot of people. The more she said, the louder she became. "What a niggardly

woman. It's no wonder that Mr. George doesn't want to take you with him. Miss Pearson is beautiful,

kind, elegant, and human! You should know your limits. Perhaps you had played some shady tricks to

marry Mr. George!"

The more she said, the more mean she became.

Daisy was so angry that she wanted to hit her. I stopped her and said in a low voice, "Don't make

trouble!"

There were people around taking photos with their mobile phones. If someone wanted to make a fuss

with these videos, it would be difficult for us to control the public opinion in City P.

What's more, Dennis was going to expand the market here, and it wouldn't be good for him to get into

trouble with public opinion. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

"You let her bully you just like that?" Daisy glared at the receptionist and asked me.

I shook my head. "I'm fine!"

When Mario arrived and saw there were people around, he frowned and looked at me. "What

happened?"

I took a glance at the receptionist and found that the girl, who had been eloquent just now, was at a

loss and looked a little shy.

It was human nature to have expectations for beautiful people or tasty food. She must admire Mario.

Looking away, I shook my head slightly. "It's okay. Let's go!"

In the elevator.

Mario raised his eyebrows and said, "You know that Olivia is there, but still wants to go up. Aren't you

afraid of feeling sad?"

I found it funny. "I will feel worse if I don't go up."

He found it funny, but when his eyes fell on my belly, his expression turned serious, and said, "It's about

to give birth. Don't always run around!"

I nodded and asked curiously, "How did you know that I know Olivia was here?"

"The receptionist doesn't look well. I guess she said what she shouldn't." He spoke in an extremely

calm voice.

Well, smart people always think in a different way.

In that case, I won't say anything more.

When the elevator reached the floor, Mario raised his eyebrows to signal me to walk along the corridor.

"It's the office of Dennis. Go ahead. I have something else to do."

I nodded. "Ok, thank you!"

"That's my honor!"

He returned to his office, and I walked along the corridor with Daisy. She looked at me and whispered,

"Clara, the receptionist is not suitable to stay in the company."

"It's none of my business whether she is suitable or not. Don't think too much!"

At the door of Dennis’ office, I knocked on the door, but no one responded. I couldn't help but raise my

hand and push it.

The door was unlocked and opened with a push.

There was no one in the office. Daisy put the pastries in the living room of the company, looked at me,

and said, "I'll go out for a walk and wait for you downstairs. You can talk to Mr. George!"

I nodded. She must want to buy something.

Dennis returned not long after, followed by Olivia. When he saw me, he was a little surprised and

asked, "When did you arrive?"

"An hour ago!" It hadn't been long since I arrived at the office, because I had been delayed at the front

desk for a long time.

He raised an eyebrow and walked to my side, brushing the hair by my ear. "Why didn't you call me?"

I looked up and glanced at the well-dressed Olivia, who was behind him. Then I said indifferently as I

looked away, "I called, Olivia said you were in a meeting!"

He frowned and looked at Olivia with anger. "Interesting?"

Seeing that he was angry, Olivia's face turned a little pale. "Dennis, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to touch

your phone, but it rang several times. I thought it was something urgent, so I picked it up. I didn't expect

it to be Clara!"

After listening to her, I raised my eyebrows and said thoughtfully, "I only called once and it was

connected." I looked at Dennis and smiled coldly. "You usually have a lot of calls!"

Dennis frowned. "Be kind!" Then, he glanced at Olivia indifferently and said coldly, "It's getting late. Let

Marcus send you back!"

Olivia looked embarrassed. She looked at me and said unwillingly, "Dennis, my dad asked you to send

me back!"

Dennis frowned. "When did I become your driver?"

Olivia's face turned pale and she couldn't say a word.

Feeling wronged, she was about to cry. "You know that's not what I meant."

"That's what I heard!" Dennis was getting more and more skillful in taunting people.

If I were Olivia, I would have collapsed long ago.

Olivia clenches her hands tight that her fingertips almost pinched in the flesh, and said with tears in her

eyes, "Then I'll come to see you tomorrow."

As she spoke, she turned her head to look at Dennis again and again.

I looked at Dennis with his chin resting in my hands. "The receptionist downstairs said that your fiancée

comes to see you every day. It seems that what she said is true. Do you need me to go back and

prepare to let you marry your fiancée?"

He frowned. "Fiancée?"

"Yes!" My arm was aching a little bit. I stretched out in front of him and he rubbed it consciously. I

continued, "She comes here so often, and she's pregnant. If she's not your fiancée, who is she?"

He looked a little angry and raised his eyebrows to look at me. "Do you believe it?"

"Believe it or not, it's not up to me!" I was very calm and had no desire to quarrel with him.

He took out his mobile phone and dialed a number. It was so close that I could clearly hear the voice on

the other end.