Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 1000 It's that he doesn't want to

I thought Dennis was ready to silence to the end, I did not expect him to suddenly headless voice

threatened, "just those words, sealed in this room forever, if there is half a word out, the consequences

are their own."

I smiled for a moment, but quickly understood what he meant and nodded, "Don't worry."

Dennis is the master of the George Group, and everything and everyone around him determines the

life and death of the George Group.

The Whaley family and the George family's marriage contract has been buzzing, and if it had been

rumored at this time that Dennis had been secretly raising a child with his ex-wife, it might have caused

the George Group's stock price to fluctuate.

However, Dennis jerked his head up and stared at me with those hardened ice eyes, "Good acting

skills, was Larry introduced to you?"

He knows about Larry?

That means he still has memories of our mutual friend, it's just the tone of voice, not very friendly.

"What do you mean?" I could feel the hostility pouring out of the man's eyes and was somewhat

bewildered.

Even if it is the ex-wife, mutual feelings break up, to break up the end, see the good from the ghost of

the old man back, there is no need to be anxious, right?

Dennis directly ignored my words and turned his head to Folly, his bony fingers tapping on the table,

"Two years ago, Clara's death obituary was published, trying to take advantage of me, even making

such a low-level mistake?"

The mention of this, Folly's whole person instantly frozen, as if Dennis really hit the nail on the head,

piercing her handle.

I, however, was completely shocked.

So, I died two years ago?

A bunch of words inexplicably popped up in my head: the criminal law provides that when a missing

person has been missing for four years, the family and spouse can apply for a death certificate.

I was laid up for six years and the death obituary was published two years ago, which means that

people who wanted to prove I was dead probably gave up long ago and couldn't wait to file a petition

with the court once the years were up.

It was only at this moment that I understood what Hank's phrase "just pretend there is no such person

as Clara" was all about.

My brain buzzed, I subconsciously looked at Dennis, only immediate family members can submit a

death request, so, is it my still unknown family members who removed me from this world, or is it the

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But it was clear from Dennis' expression that he wasn't holding out hope that his wife was still nursing

the thing.

When I think of this, my heart sinks for some reason, and I have an indescribable sadness.

But now is not the time to be sad.

I calmed down, stood up and looked at Dennis solemnly, "No matter what happened before, as you can

see now, I am alive and well and fully qualified to take care of the children, and I would like to spend

some time alone with Jamie."

Mother and son are connected, and I believe that it won't be long before I can get back those missed

moments.

The words fell, Dennis slyly raised his head, deep eyes as if a puddle of spring water, deep, "can not

understand human words?"

He said hit here paused for a moment, the afterglow swept a glance at the distant little Ann, only then

not very patient pressure voice said, "then, I'll make it clear, Jamie's mother is dead, even if you look

alike, you can not be her, do not presume to challenge my bottom line."

This comment baffled me, "Mr. George, get this straight, no one is pretending to be your ex-wife right

now, but I am her, it's Sue Kennedy."

I was angry and anxious, without much thought I took the ID card out of my bag, held it face out in my

hand and held it up for display.

Although this method seems childish, it is the most direct and effective way I can think of to prove

myself.

I had thought that the ID card a bright, will certainly be able to turn the situation, however, Dennis only

glanced down, the unruly face will show a meaningful smile to.

Made weak by his performance, my hand also unconsciously shook.

At this point, Folly came over and leaned over to look at the papers in my hand, and after reading them,

her face was a scowl, and she even tugged at my coat, telling me to stop, "Put it away, Clara."

"Why?" I didn't understand, and even a nameless fire was triggered, "Doesn't this face, and ID card,

prove that I'm Dennis' ex-wife, Jamie's mother?"

"The late Mrs. George's first name, it was Clara," Toby explained.

Hearing him say that, I suddenly deflated, vainly squeezed the ID card in my hand.

I remember very clearly that when Hank gave me my ID, he said, "Sue Kennedy."

Could it be that it was really just a misunderstanding?

But are there really two people who look so much alike in this world?

See me completely out of focus, Dennis exhaled deeply, actually did not have the intention to seize on

the spot, said in a low voice, "Kimdock is indeed in your hands to do a sound, but this is not you do not

know the capital of proportion, this matter, write me a detailed report, and then the next time, you know

what the consequences will be. "

This was said to Folly, but Dennis's gloomy eyes were dead on me.

It gave me the feeling that he was looking through me at another person, or that he was actually like

Folly and the others, treating me like the dead "Clara" but not bothering to let me be "Clara".

Even though Folly was a woman of the world, she could not be tough in front of the murderous Dennis

again and again, and hastily responded, "I will give you a reasonable explanation."

After saying that, she pulled me out.

Walking to the door, Dennis' dark voice once again rang out in a low tone, "You may not be able to

afford to carry other people's lives, don't be too presumptuous."

His meaning could not be clearer, I am not Clara and not entitled to enjoy her life.

But the more he did, the more I was reluctant to look at the little Anan in the corner, the more

complicated the heart was.

Leaving Kimdock, Folly planned to drive me back.

Sitting on the passenger side, I was still thinking about what just happened, so I slowed down a lot in

putting on my seat belt.

Folly could see that I was distracted, and with one hand on the steering wheel, she seriously analyzed,

"Didn't you notice that something was wrong with Dennis?"

"Where?" I looked bewildered.

Folly had a look of hatred, "Think about it, if he really decided that you were the impostor I found to

pretend to be Clara and poked you in the face, with his personality of revenge, could he do nothing and

let us both back out?"

"Maybe, it's for Jamie's sake, little kids have always been close to me." I guessed.

"Not necessarily." Folly shook her head and said thoughtfully, "In my opinion, Dennis may not have not

recognized you, but he did not want to."