Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 178 Luck Has a Foundation 1

After so many years, if it weren't for Samuel Lewis’ persistence, his lost daughter, and the wealth that

Luna had accumulated over the years, the Lewis family would have barely accepted it.

Depending on her blood lineage, Olivia Pearson could have a skyrocketing rise. This was her fate, and

no one could control it.

Hank Gibson and I arranged a time. He looked at me and said, "At six o'clock in the evening, I'll pick

you up an hour in advance. I'll take you to try on your dress and makeup."

I nodded. If I make up and dress, it would be unsightly. I was not pretentious, so I let him worry.

It's still early. I'm bored when I get home, so I called Diana.

It was a pity that the phone was still switched off. It had been three months. If she had been resting,

she would have been done. Why did she always switch off the phone?

I had no choice but to call Alex Thomson. After a while, the phone rang and he seemed to be a little

busy, "Clara Kennedy, I'm taking care of my baby. What are you doing?"

I couldn't help but be stunned. It seemed that it was hard for a man like him to feed a baby.

"Are you still in the countryside with Diana?" I spoke and leaned against the sofa, looking a little lazy.

He did not speak. After a while, he said, "Well, what about you? How have you been recently? Are you

all right?"

I nodded. "Well, I'll be back in Newton Town at the end of the year. Are you going to spend the Spring Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Festival in Newton Town? Or are you going to stay in the countryside?"

"I'm not sure yet!" He seemed a little busy. I couldn't help but ask, "Where's Diana? Is her phone

broken? Why didn't she answer the phone? I called her several times these days, but it couldn't get

through."

"Yes! She's quite busy. I have to go first. I'll call you after a time." After that, he hung up the phone.

I paused and said nothing more.

The Great Restaurant was an international five-star hotel.

Hank Gibson parked the car at the entrance of the hotel. He got out of the car, gracefully walked to the

passenger seat, opened the door for me, and helped me get out of the car.

The hem of the royal blue gown was too long. I got out of the car and couldn't help looking at him, "To

be honest, this is my first time wearing such a long gown with a long hemline. I'm worried that I will fall

down later."

He smiled and said, "Then you have to follow me carefully later. Don't fall."

Other than this, I didn't seem to know if there was anyway better.

I shrugged at him and walked into the hotel with him. At the magnificent entrance of the hotel, there

were already people standing next to two Roman pillars to welcome the distinguished guests.

It was Gloria.

She seemed to be older than before. Today, she wore a wine-red dress and an ink-colored cloak,

elegant and generous.

Gloria was soft and elegant.

"Hank, you're here. It's time for the guests to arrive. Your grandparents are all here. Go in and greet

them and come out to welcome our guests." Gloria pulled Hank and said.

After that, Gloria looked at me and she smiled. "Who is she? She's beautiful and tender. I've never

seen her before."

Seeing that Gloria looked at me strangely, I was a little stunned and couldn't help looking at Hank.

Hank was amused. "Mom, you've seen her before. She's Clara."

Gloria was stunned. She glanced at my belly and said after a moment of hesitation, "It's you!" Gloria

frowned and looked at Hank, saying, "Hank, why are you..."

Hank interrupted her, "Mom, you said that no matter who I take with me today, you won't ask. I have my

own ideas, and you will respect me, right?"

Parents would always compromise endlessly. Gloria clearly disliked Yara and looked down on the

Georges.

But now, for Hank's sake, she can bear me.

Sighing slightly, Gloria glanced at me and frowned. "Don't make trouble."

Hank smiled and led me into the hotel lobby.

There were not many people in the hall. There were cakes and drinks on both sides. Hank's

grandparents were chatting with the new guests in the side court.

Hank pulled me forward to greet them. Long time no see. The two old men were very happy.

They were nearly a hundred years old, but they looked energetic.

"Hank, the girl you came with here is really beautiful. Who is she?" Harry said, and glanced at me.

Hank pulled me forward and said with a smile, "Harry, she is the project director of my company. She

came here with me today."

"I see. Hank, you're not young anymore. It's time for you to think about your marriage. Don't drag it on."

Fancy, Hank's grandmother said.

Hank nodded repeatedly, looked at the two old men, and said, "I'll go with my mother to greet the

guests and let Clara talk to you."

The two old men nodded, indicating for him to work.

After Hank left, Fancy pulled me to her side and I sat down. "How old are you?"

I smiled. "Twenty-six!"

"Are you married?" Fancy cared about me. I smiled and said, "Yes, Grandma!"

Fancy was stunned. She glanced at Harry and said with a smile, "Hank was too hard to understand."

Harry smiled and looked at me. "Clara?"

I smiled gently and replied politely, "Yes."

Harry nodded thoughtfully. "It's a good name. You're smart."

I smiled and said, "Grandpa, you flatter me."

Harry's eyes lit up slightly and he said, "Hank wanted us to welcome you. It's rare for you to be with

him."

"Harry, what are you talking about?" Fancy said seriously, "You know everything."

Harry smiled and said, "They have their plans. We are just onlookers."

Fancy snorted. "Yes!"

They were interesting with such an unclear conversation. They were nearly a hundred years old, and

their children were all filial. They could still keep company. It was a great blessing in their lives.

How many people could reach the level of the two old men? Most of them were separated halfway, and

they could only forget their past alone for the rest of their lives.

I didn't understand why Hank asked me to stay with them. After a while, I realized that every customer

had to greet the two old men.

Of course, they would have a casual chat during the greetings. Gradually, some people would be

curious about who I was. Harry and Fancy would introduce me back and forth.

And I knew who those who came to visit are.

Samuel came with Luna. The two middle-aged men looked extremely well-maintained. Samuel was

imposing, and Luna was tender and dignified. They still deserved to be called a perfect match.