Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 1195 - Am I some kind of plague god?

As Shirley was knocked around, Benjamin pulled a very small pistol out of nowhere and pressed it

against her exposed temple.

The evil and reckless eyebrows are slightly narrowed, the eyes are cold, the corners of the mouth are

drawn upwards, but there is no smile on the face.

He half bent down the upper body, put his face above Shirley's reluctant face, lips a closed, "goods,

people, I'll handle, you take 20%, no, you die, choose one."

The whole Hungas large market, originally all in the hands of Shirley, she could take 90% or more of

the profits, and then pick out a little from the nail, to support the bulk of the staff, but Benjamin people

also want, the field also want, and even her whole person also stepped on the foot.

Although it is free profit, do not have to bear the risk, but since they dare to earn this block of money,

Shirley and will not put that little risk in the eyes, she gritted her teeth and stared at the eyes, can not

swallow this breath.

The Traylor Group is a group of companies that are working on the Traylor Group.

But Benjamin is just not convinced, in Shirley sure he did not dare to shoot and contemptuous exhale,

"bang" in her ears, five centimeters from her eyes on the table was shot through, her brain is all

buzzing roar.

Benjamin's meaning is clear: either Shirley agrees to his terms and all is happy, or the word Shirley

disappears from Hungas, and he takes the trouble to cut the grass and build his own trading network.

Shirley gradually some recognition of Dennis behind the man is not good-tempered, more

unconventional, she lives or dies, the chance is half and half.

The moment she finished analyzing the situation, the cold gun was once again aimed at her temple,

and she heard Benjamin say in an extremely confident tone, "This time, I won't miss."

Then there was the faint sound of the safety opening, which fell into Shirley's eardrums, like a sign from

Hades.

Shirley snapped her eyes shut and held up her hands to show her willingness to be small, "I'll pay!

Everything is up to you!"

Benjamin, however, smiled good-naturedly, "The bullet is loaded and has to be fired!"

Then quickly pull the trigger.

Shirley choked on her breath and didn't even dare to scream "no".

However, the sound of gunfire slipped by, but she did not feel the slightest pain, after the fact, opened

her eyes and held her head a messy touch, to confirm that no flowers, which was a fearful sigh of relief.

In fact, Benjamin turned the gun around and pointed it in the direction of Dennis and me before firing,

and the bullet passed between us and plunged into the far concrete wall.

Shirley is far from the only one who survived the robbery.

Benjamin gloated at Shirley's embarrassment before he slowly withdrew the hand that was holding her

down, both hands playfully open and hanging in midair, as if to enjoy the congratulations of the skirt,

slightly raised eyebrows open and confident.

After Shirley got rid of the restraints, she got up from the table like a bouncer, quickly fixed her dress

and hair, took two steps back and distanced herself from Benjamin, and with a sullen face, she became

Miss Traylor again.

Even in those celebrity cocktail parties where she is held in high regard, she has never shown such an

unbeatable posture, as if this is the only way to cover up her ugly appearance just now and erase her

fear of death.

"How much better this is, to be an obedient dog than to be a dead body lying around that won't bite."

Benjamin trampled her decency underfoot without mercy. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Shirley gritted her teeth and stared straight ahead with condescension, not answering.

A few minutes ago it was the fearsome "Wolfgang", how could he admit to being a lowly, tail-wagging

dog.

Apparently, Benjamin took Shirley's person, but could not control her unbeatable heart.

Benjamin paid little attention to what was on her mind and turned his attention to Dennis.

He lifted his feet and walked to stand in front of Dennis, with only a fist's distance remaining between

them, almost face to face.

"Some things are about talent, can't do is can't do, don't force yourself, admit you're a loser, at least still

be a man." Benjamin's words, explicitly and implicitly, accuse Dennis of not doing his job well.

Blackness, which is exclusive to Benjamin, allows Dennis to enter, but does not allow him to become

another light in the darkness.

Even though Dennis is his hand-picked, the two men are secretly fighting, tacit agreement to be the

best party, in order to suppress Dennis, before Benjamin did betray the transaction information, so that

the police sweep things, Dennis was even injured for this.

Today is no exception. Once upon a time Benjamin's business was not tainted with Hungas, but for

some reason, to pick up this piece of cake, who can take this market, is undoubtedly the best proof of

ability.

So far, Shirley was forced to bow down, and the credit goes to Benjamin, and Dennis probably has to

look over his shoulder.

Faced with his provocation, Dennis also had nothing good to say, picking up his former meanness and

turning his head to look at me, saying grimly, "Hear that, don't ever force yourself."

Me?

Hello, does it have anything to do with me?

After saying that, he shook his head and sneered, then he lifted his feet and left, leaving only a reckless

and spontaneous back, a bit of a beat.

Until the elevator doors closed, I remembered that I still have to do his car back, opened my mouth to

call, but it was too late.

I had no choice but to hit on Benjamin's idea, just to take advantage of the time alone to enlist his

restless heart.

However, I just turned around, ready to curry favor, but found Benjamin was staring at me with a grim

face, and the moment his eyes met, he directly glanced his face away and walked away from the other

end of the stairs.

"Benjamin!" I called out, "Hey-"

Dennis did not hear even if, this guy clearly heard clearly, but instead speed up the pace.

What, am I some kind of plague god?

"Miss Kennedy take my car if you don't mind." Shirley suddenly spoke with a cold face.

I can't walk back on my heels, "Then I'll be respectful."

In fact, I soon regretted it, I do not know if it is in Benjamin's place suffered the reason, Shirley did not

speak on the way, the air pressure in the carriage and cold and low, forcing people to suffocate.

So just as I got into town, I got out of the car and was ready to call the driver to pick me up.

Shirley gave me a sideways glance, "It's still a ways from downtown, are you sure it's okay?"

"No problem, I happen to have some business to do nearby and I'll go back after I'm done with it,

thanks to Miss Traylor today." I was busy smiling and snorting.

"No harm." Shirley faintly drops her eyes, then closes the car door and instructs the driver to drive,

"Let's go."

Soon the driver drove the car away.

Watching the body gradually away, I held my chest, a long breath of relief, finally able to get a good

breath of air.

Now is the rush hour, blocking a few hours in the city, that depressing atmosphere, have to live less

than ten years.