Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 175 Revenge, It Won't Hurt If I Don't Care 7

I curled and stared at him straightly.

He took a sip of coffee and said, "You clearly know that I'm good at computers, and you've also done a

lot of research on AI. Several companies under my control are studying AI. If you say this, you want me

to help you."

I shrugged. "It's fine if you don't want to help, but I have other ways!"

He smiled and said helplessly, "Tell me, how do you want me to help you?"

"I want to talk to JD Technology Co., Ltd.'s boss, and then I want the Gibson family to buy the company.

You can't compete with me!" I said this very seriously and pitifully. "Brother, I know that the Gibson

family is not easy to deal with. I can only rely on this case to gain a firm foothold in the Gibson family.

Then I will have more opportunities to do what I want to do!"

He sighed and said helplessly, "I won't compete with you for it, but Clara, have you ever thought about

it? It's useless for the Lewis family to rely on the Gibson family alone."

I looked at him and said with certainty, "What if you, the Georges, and Hank Gibson are included?"

He was stunned and sighed for a moment. "Clara, you've really schemed against us."

I pursed my lips. I've said that people will change. Once one has something that he wants to protect or

destroy, he can do anything without fear.

Looking at him, I paused and said, "You can refuse my plan and the way."

He raised his eyebrows. "Do you think I'll refuse?"

I shook my head. "No!"

He smiled and stopped talking.

For the first time, I found that Leo Kennedy. He was so wordy all afternoon. Since he had solved the

problem of AI, I was not in a hurry to go back.

So he rubbed his chin and listened to him. He said, "Clara, over the years, I've been thinking about who

I will be in the end, but every time I think of you, I will think of you. So I think, in this life, I can't let go of

you."

I looked at him and didn't know what to say. I just said lightly, "It always goes on."

"I can't promise him the future. I've blocked my own path. If it weren't for hatred, I wouldn't have been Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

able to live until now. So, I won't promise anyone in the future. I'm selfish, so I don't even want to give

him hope."

Seeing that he was a little tired, he said, "Are you tired? I'll take you back to rest."

I nodded and walked out of the restaurant with him.

Along the way, I was a little sleepy. He didn't continue to speak. He turned on the soft music and let me

sleep peacefully.

I leaned against the back of my chair and closed my eyes to sleep. Actually, I couldn't fall asleep.

Usually, I couldn't fall asleep on the bed, let alone in the car.

Even though I was very sleepy, I couldn't fall asleep. When the car stopped, I opened my eyes and saw

Leo Kennedy getting out of the car with a gloomy face.

In front of the car was a slender and jade-like Dennis George. He looked a little haggard. It seemed

that he had been waiting for a long time at the entrance of the community.

Leo Kennedy suppressed his anger, so after getting out of the car, he raised his hand without saying a

word and punched Dennis George. He didn't fight back and let him beat him.

I didn't want to stop the fight. I just sat in the car and watched with no expression on my face.

After a long time, Leo Kennedy was probably tired. He sat down beside Dennis George, his anger not

decreasing. "Mr. George, there's no man in this world who's more damn than you."

Dennis George stood up from the ground without saying a word. Even though he was beaten to some

extent, he still looked dignified and elegant.

He stood in front of the car and looked at me with a pair of black eyes. Their eyes met. There was no

love, only a cold memory to suppress me.

After a long time, I compromised and got out of the car.

I walked up to him and said, "Please step aside. I need to go!" Yes, he blocked the entrance of the

community. I can't go over from him.

He grabbed her hand tighter with a little pain. He looked at me for a long time and said with a deep and

bitter look, "Clara Kennedy, your home is not here."

Perhaps it was too cold in late autumn, I was trembling. No, indeed, he was shaking.

I wanted to laugh, but I couldn't. My eyes were painful and I tried my best to get rid of him. I

suppressed my emotions and said, "You can stay with me if you want to die!"

After that, I got into the car. Leo Kennedy did not pull out the car key, so I started the car. Looking at the

man standing still in front of the car, I said in a deep voice, "Get out of the way!"

He opened his mouth, and his eyes were bottomless. "If I die to make you feel better, I will be happy."

The autumn wind in the capital was very cold and strong. The maple leaves on the roadside were

blown around like orphans.

"It's not too late for you to leave now!" "Because I'll really kill you," I said flatly.

"Well, don't be so kind!" He was calm, but Leo Kennedy doesn't calm.

Leo Kennedy looked at me and said in a low voice, "Clara, don't be impulsive!"

"Am I impulsive?" No, I was very sober. I stepped hard on the accelerator with my eyes narrowed.

Love was really a terrible and ridiculous word. It was ironic that at the moment when I drove toward

Dennis George, I actually spun the steering wheel and crashed into the parterre on the roadside.

This kind of suicidal collision made my head buzz. I only felt a sharp pain in my chest, and then a warm

feeling rushed up to my throat.

I spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed on the steering wheel, unconscious.

Everything happened so fast that I vaguely heard two panicked shouts.

"Clara Kennedy!"

"Clara!"

Dennis George's and Leo Kennedy's voices came...

When I woke up, I was in the hospital undoubtedly.

My whole body was numb from the pain. I stared at the ceiling and felt a little disgusted with myself,

"Look, I can't even kill the person I hate the most. What a loser."

Looking at the person standing by the bed, I couldn't help but feel a little regret, "Sorry, I didn't control

my emotions well. It seems that I have done something wrong."

It was not the first time that Hank Gibson saw me commit suicide. At first, he was frightened, but now

he felt relieved as long as he could save me.

He raised his hand to move away from the hair on my forehead and said in a low voice, "Leo

Kennedy's Bentley worth millions of dollars. It's scrapped. You're so lucky that you survived!"

I smiled. I didn't know if he was glad or afraid. The back of my hand was a little swollen with the needle

on it. It seemed that I had been having an infusion for a long time.

"Did I sleep for a long time?"

He nodded, "Two days and a night, both your forehead and heart were injured."

I stared at the ceiling and said slowly, "It doesn't hurt that much this time!"

I didn't dare die because I was afraid of pain. I was afraid of the piercing pain when the blade cut my

wrist and the heart-wrenching pain when falling from upstairs.

Fearing pain made me timid and weak.

His face darkened, "Clara Kennedy, this is the last time. If you don't want revenge, if you are willing to

be hurt, it has nothing to do with me whether you live or die in the future. I won't care about you then."

I raised my hand to pull him, but my voice was a little hoarse, "I'm sorry, I was wrong. I should control

my emotions!"