Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 269 One Wrong Step and all Would be Lost 7

The man looked very angry, and judging from the clothes he was wearing and the large gold chain

around his neck, he must be a nouveau riche. He probably had some money, bought a house in City P,

and probably went rogue.

He shoved the manager aside, looked at Leo and said angrily, “Who are you? Mind your own

business!”

Who was Leo? If he wanted to kill a man, he had plenty of cold and grim means. He kicked in the

man’s bulging belly and said nothing, giving the man no chance to rebel.

And without hesitation, he kicked the man straight in the groin, “You like that, right? If you say one dirty

word, I’m gonna kick your ass. Keep going!”

“Ouch…” Came his shrill voice. He rolled on the ground with his crotch in his hands.

A lot of people gathered around and looked at us.

Leo was in a better mood and looked at the manager and said, “Take him away and don’t let him in

from now on!”

The manager did not dare to say a word more He hurriedly asked several people to carry the man

away.

I stood by and watched him. That was the second time he hit someone when he was in a bad mood.

When he saw me looking at him without moving, he pursed his lips and said calmly, “Did I scare you?”

I shook my head. “Twice already. I suspect you intended violence in front of me. Are you implying

something?”

He took off his coat, threw it on the sofa and leaned back. He lay down and said to me, “It was an

accident. I didn’t control it well. I’ll pay attention next time.”

I was speechless.

He bought a few drinks and the waiter cleaned up the mess. He looked at me and said, “I can see how

you like to meddle.”

Me???

“Since when have I meddled?” I didn’t think I was much of a party person.”

He gulped down the wine he had brought, looked up at me and said, “There, that girl has looked at you

several times.”

I froze for a moment and looked back to see the girl who had just been beaten did not leave, still

standing straight in the booth side. She seemed to be waiting for the manager to deal with that.

I pressed my lips together and looked at Leo. “There’s nothing I can do for her.”

“You thought you were doing her a favor, but in fact you were doing her a disservice!” The sudden

appearance of a voice startled me.

Suddenly, a very beautiful woman sat down beside me. She was very flamboyant and very aggressive.

I was stunned, “Hi!”

The woman glanced at me, dismissively saying, “Folly Lewis. What’s your name?”

Folly Lewis?

Youngest daughter of Old Louis, little sister of Samuel Lewis?Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Wow!

What coincidence!

I said, “Clara Kennedy!”

She was obviously stunned at my name, but only for a minute, and then she looked at me, squinted,

and said, “Clara? The one who drove Luna to ruin?”

I pressed my lips together and said nothing. I didn’t feel very good about the Louis family, so I didn’t

want to talk to her.

Leo said, “We’re out here for drinks and entertainment, Miss Lewis. If you want to make troubles, go

round the other table and stop making noise.”

Folly Lewis whined and didn’t say much to him, but looked at me and said, “You’re surrounded by a lot

of people who defend you.”

“So?” Instinctively, I didn’t want to say much to her.

“Don't make it so obvious you’re rejecting me. I’m here to be your friend.” Folly Lewis sat next to me

and said, "As the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. I hate Luna and her pretentious

daughter as much as you do, so that makes us friends.”

I frowned and said nothing.

She looked at the girl who had just been beaten by the middle-aged man and said to me, “Since you

have made a move, don’t you intend to help her to the end? She’s just a little girl. You think this is over

after Mr. Kennedy hit him?”

I looked over at Leo and he said impatiently, “Blah, blah, blah!”

Folly Lewis wasn’t offended, saying, “To make it clear, because you’re both Kennedys, even if you hit

someone, no one can do anything to you. But she’s different. She’s a helpless little girl who came to a

place like this to make some money. But if she's in trouble now, that fat bastard’s gonna come after her

again, and he’s gonna make her wish she was dead.”

Seeing my frown, she exhaled, “Don’t pretend to so noble. You’re lucky enough to meet so many great

people, and you’re good looking, and you have people to protect you, but, little girl, there’s a lot of poor

people in this world.”

She pointed to the girl who had been beaten. “You see her? Isn’t she pretty? Isn’t she in good shape?

She may even have the same background as you, but she certainly does not have a husband like

Dennis, nor a big brother like Mr. Kennedy, nor a Link Kennedy who takes a shine to her at first sight.

So, she is very sad.”

She was…

After the manager had sent the fat man away, he came back and looked at the girl who was standing

there and said in a cold voice, “Jessica, you have no idea how things work in this business. Mr. Bentick

has a lot of money. If you spend one night with him, you could earn several months’ salary.”

“Why don’t you spend the night with him?” I said, getting up and walking over to the manager,

“According to your logic, why don’t you take off your pants here, do a lap dance, and I’ll give you one

hundred dollars. How about that?”

“Miss Kennedy, I…” The manager stammered and said, “You must be joking.”

“I mean it. If one hundred dollars is not enough, how about two?” Although the consumption level of

City P was quite high, the average salary of unskilled service personnel was less than ten thousand

dollars.

The manager looked embarrassed. He looked at me and said, “Miss Kennedy, I don’t think I’ve done

anything to offend you. You drove away my guests, and then you asked me to do that. You can’t do

that. You can’t just screw us just because you Kennedys are powerful.”

I couldn’t help smiling. “Manager, what’s your last name?”

He froze for a moment and said, “Legend.”

I nodded. “Hello Mr. Legend, I think if you were in your right mind, as a manager, if there was a bully in

the store hitting one of your employees, you’d want to stop it, not just watch it. I can understand that

you were too busy to notice that miss Jessica was being beaten up. But when you found out what was

going on, didn’t it occur to you to ask what happened before you dealt with it?”

After a pause, I continued, “Yeah, I heard what you meant, and I guessed you knew why Jessica was

beaten up. If I’m right, how she chooses to make money is her business, right? You insulted her

character while failing to protect her life. Mr. Legend, prostitution is not permitted by law. And even if it

was, she’d have to say yes first. She got beaten up for saying no. How does that make it her fault?”