Chapter 104 She Is Mine
The girl in George’s arms was thoroughly drunk. Her eyes were moist and misty; her red lips were softly exhaling the scent of alcohol; and her cheeks were flushed, making her look as beautiful as an angel.
The girl, soft and obedient, fell into his arms. George didn’t want to let her go once he held her.
At this moment, the alcohol had completely overwhelmed Milly. Her large, dazed eyes were filled with confusion as she tilted her head and looked at George. She asked, “Who are you? Why are you in my house?”
“This is your house?”
“Yes, my house!” Milly replied, and her ears perked up a little. She looked around seriously, and her already confused eyes were now even more blank.
“Huh? Where’s my bed? Did you steal my bed?”
In a daze, Milly looked towards the statue at the hotel entrance and pouted. “Weird, why are there two beasts in my house?”
After getting drunk, she looked dumb and adorable, pitiful yet cute, clinging to him stubbornly.
George couldn’t help but smile. He teased, “Little drunkard.”
There was a trace of affection in his eyes–a trace that he himself hadn’t noticed.
A figure suddenly stood in front of him and demanded, “Put her down!”
A cold glare instantly replaced the smile on George’s face. He raised his eyes to look at Oliver, his gaze chilling. “Move.”
Under his murderous glare, Oliver’s legs went weak.
It didn’t make sense. Even though he might be considered weak and useless in the Ghost Sect, he still had. climbed over blood–soaked corpses to get where he was. How could an ordinary person’s glare intimidate him?
It must be an illusion! This was definitely an illusion.
Oliver steadied himself, forcing himself to stay calm. He adopted the attitude he had during missions in the Ghost Sect and demanded, “I told you to put her down! Don’t you understand?”
George met his gaze unhurriedly, exuding immense pressure. He asked, “Are you ordering me?”
Oliver’s expression turned cold, unwilling to back down. He stated, “Yes, I am! You better be smart; put my person down, and I might let this slide. If you keep being stubborn, don’t blame me for being rude.”
His person?
As soon as he said that, the temperature around them dropped a degree.
George’s eyes grew more menacing. As he stared at Oliver, his murderous intent was clear, as if ready to crush him at any moment. “Oh? Really?”
Chapter 104 She Is Mine
Oliver’s gaze turned cold, too. He said, “Whether it’s true or not, why don’t we find out?”
Narrowing his eyes, filled with killing intent, he threw a punch in the next second, aiming fiercely at George’s vital points. Each punch whistled through the air, more powerful than the last.
George was holding Milly in his arms. He dodged the attacks with ease. A serious look appeared in his eyes. He hadn’t expected the man before him to use killing moves known only to an assassin organisation.
In an instant. George’s lips curled into a bloodthirsty smile. He swiftly turned and kicked Oliver to the ground. His shoe was pressing down on Oliver’s shoulder bone with immense force, as if trying to crush him completely.
“Who are you?” George’s voice was eerie and hollow.
Oliver hadn’t expected his killer moves to be countered. Anger and shame fille question, he retorted, “I’m your daddy!”
George’s eyes turned blood–red, and he increased the pressure on his foot.
Tll ask one last time. Who are you?!”
him. Hearing the
“Ugh!” Sweat beaded on Oliver’s forehead from the pain, but he still stubbornly fired back. “I told you, I’m
your daddy!”
Robin drove over just in time to witness the scene of Oliver being crushed under George’s foot. Like a trapped beast, he defiantly declared himself George’s father.
The absurdity of the scene nearly made him pass out.
In his over a decade–long career, he had never felt such an urgent need to resign!
Despite his thoughts, reason took over, and he scrambled over to help Oliver. Robin apologised to George and said, “Mr. Tate, I’m sorry. He’s drunk. If he has offended you in any way, please don’t take it to heart.”
“Bullsh*t! I haven’t had a drink. Tell him to put her down!” Despite being stepped on, Oliver remained unyielding.
Robin quickly grabbed Oliver. He whispered a warning, “Do you want to die? That’s Mr. Tate!”
Oliver’s mind was filled with the thought that his sect leader was being defiled by this scum. He couldn’t care less about George’s stature. His hair stood on end as he retorted, “I don’t care who he is… ugh…”
Robin quickly covered Oliver’s mouth before he could say anything more outrageous.
Smiling awkwardly at George, he said, “Haha, Mr. Tate, please ignore him. He didn’t take his medicine. today. I’ll take him back for his medication right away.”
He turned to the bodyguards waiting at the door and barked, “What are you standing there for? Tie him up and take him away!”
Fortunately, Robin had the foresight to always have a few bodyguards on hand, knowing Oliver’s unruliness. They would be useful, whether dealing with Oliver or stalking fans.
George looked down at the boy he had stepped on and narrowed his eyes. His charming face exuded a majestic, intimidating aura.
Chapter 104 She Is Mine
Oliver’s gaze turned cold, too. He
said, “Whether it’s true or not, why don’t we find out?”
Narrowing his eyes, filled with killing intent, he threw a punch in the next second, aiming fiercely at George’s vital points. Each punch whistled through the air, more powerful than the last.
George was holding Milly in his arms. He dodged the attacks with case. A serious look appeared in his eyes. He hadn’t expected the man before him to use killing moves known only to an assassin organisation.
In an instant, George’s lips curled into a bloodthirsty smile. He swiftly turned and kicked Oliver to the ground. His shoe was pressing down on Oliver’s shoulder bone with immense force, as if trying to crush him completely.
“Who are you?” George’s voice was eerie and hollow.
Oliver hadn’t expected his killer moves to be countered, Anger and shame filled him. Hearing the question, he retorted, “I’m your daddy!”
George’s eyes turned blood–red, and he increased the pressure on his foot.
“I’ll ask one last time. Who are you?!”
“Ugh!” Sweat beaded on Oliver’s forehead from the pain, but he still stubbornly fired back. “I told you, I’m your daddy!”
Robin drove over just in time to witness the scene of Oliver being crushed under George’s foot. Like a trapped beast, he defiantly declared himself George’s father.
The absurdity of the scene nearly made him pass out.
In his over a decade–long career, he had never felt such an urgent need to resign!
Despite his thoughts, reason took over, and he scrambled over to help Oliver. Robin apologised to George and said, “Mr. Tate, I’m sorry. He’s drunk. If he has offended you in any way, please don’t take it to heart.”
“Bullsh*t! I haven’t had a drink. Tell him to put her down!” Despite being stepped on, Oliver remained unyielding.
Robin quickly grabbed Oliver. He whispered a warning. “Do you want to die? That’s Mr. Tate!”
Oliver’s mind was filled with the thought that his sect leader was being defiled by this scum. He couldn’t care less about George’s stature. His hair stood on end as he retorted, “I don’t care who he is… ugh…”
Robin quickly covered Oliver’s mouth before he could say anything more outrageous.
Smiling awkwardly at George, he said, “Haha, Mr. Tate, please ignore him. He didn’t take his medicine today. I’ll take him back for his medication right away.”
He turned to the bodyguards waiting at the door and barked, “What are you standing there for? Tie him up and take him away!”
Fortunately, Robin had the foresight to always have a few bodyguards on hand, knowing Oliver’s unruliness. They would be useful, whether dealing with Oliver or stalking fans.
George looked down at the boy he had stepped on and narrowed his eyes. His charming face exuded a majestic, intimidating aura.
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Their brawling must have disturbed the young girl in his arms. She opened her misty eyes, looking as if she might cry. Milly appeared both pitiful and delicate.
George suddenly remembered that she was awake and probably scared. He quickly released his foot and commanded. “Scraml”
Robin was immensely relieved. He almost bowed to express his gratitude. “Thank you, Mr. Tate.”
The bodyguards were experienced in dealing with Oliver. They swiftly bound him up like a mummy.
Oliver was unusually agitated today. Even tied up, he struggled and glared sharply at George. His face flushed with anger.
“If you have the guts, let’s fight one–on–one! Using helpers is cowardly!
“I could never forgive you for taking away my master! I can never forget this grudge!
“You son of a… hmpft…”
Robin produced a handkerchief from who knows where and stuffed it into Oliver’s mouth.
“Haha, Oliver got kicked in the head while filming. He often talks nonsense. Please don’t take him seriously. It’s late, so we’ll be leaving. We have filming tomorrow, haha.”
He waved his hand and hurriedly signalled the bodyguards to get the troublesome Oliver into the car before George decided to really lose his temper.
The car sped back to their hotel. Once there, Robin finally had Oliver untied.
As soon as he was free, Oliver kicked Robin hard in the stomach. The kick was ferocious, as he had used all his strength. Oliver sent the defenseless Robin flying three metres.
