Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 1069 It's all yours

During the lunch break, the crowd was in a hurry, expecting to get the lunch of their choice, calculating

how to improve the efficiency of the nap in order to cope with the more demanding workplace life in the

afternoon, and begging in the street abounded, and at first did not notice them.

Angelica was on her knees, not missing any opportunity to ask passersby for help.

"Please, call an ambulance for us!"

"Give some water sir, I know you're good, I haven't had any water for three days, I'm dying ......"

"Miss! Miss you have mercy, help us, please, I beg you ......"

"I'm kowtowing to you, help, please save us ......"

Finally, some good people stopped to watch, one, two, three, gradually formed a circle.

Someone recognized Edgar, "Isn't this Edgar, a world-class psychology professor who has returned to

China in recent years ......"

"That's his wife, why is she hurt like this, she didn't do anything harmful to God, she got retribution,

right?"

"Should we call the police, they're not going to die here, are they?"

"You are crazy, did not see the TV staged, people are thrown to the commercial street, there must be

someone nearby to guard, dare to help, the unlucky is me and you!"

"Besides, this kind of people are insatiable, be bumped into do not know how much time will be

delayed, turn back in time to go back to punch the clock, the afternoon work will be in vain!"

In this way, the crowd of onlookers, who were just tentatively ready to give a helping hand, were

immediately put off again.

Edgar could never have imagined that these ordinary people, who were as lowly as ants in his eyes,

could decide his life and death with a few words.

The crowd in the square coincidentally fell into silence, what can be vaguely heard, in addition to

Angelica's snotty cries, is the big radio promotions, as if to compare with her, to prove that saving a

dozen dollars is more important than their lives, the sound of the horn is getting louder and louder,

Angelica's hoarse cry for help, a little drowned out.

For the 9 to 5 workers, time is money, stop to watch a lively, has been a luxury, gradually, one by one

passers-by departed.

They walked so easily, did not even look back, and later to recall today, may not even have met

Angelica and Edgar can not remember.

These people can not be narrowly characterized as cold-eyed spectators of the masses, but in Edgar

these, standing at the top of the pyramid to exploit the use of people who have to survive in the first

place.

The exploitation of the lower class workers by the upper class has created a scene where Edgar is

injured in the downtown area and no one is there to help him.

The cycle of cause and effect, you look at the world indifferent, the world will be indifferent to repay

you.

There is no shortage of sympathetic good old boys in this world, but unfortunately, Angelica and Edgar

are not so lucky to meet.

The hot sun for half an hour, Angelica's voice completely mute, chapped lips a closed, can not make

half a sound, half of the body shaking, the next second, fell backwards heavily.

Only a scattering of passersby remain in the square, passing them, are deliberately speeding up their

steps jogging up, do not know if they are really in a hurry, or want to get away from this place of right

and wrong as soon as possible.

At two o'clock, only the two bodies left in the center of the square who did not know whether they were

dead or alive.

See here, Dennis cold face to withdraw his eyes, the car window slowly rose, blocking the impact of the

view outside the car, as if also completely blocked the Dennis and the Vance family's flesh and blood

affection.

"Drive, back to the office." Dennis lifted his lips expressionlessly, unable to tell whether he was happy

or not.

The bloodline is connected, the perpetrators can be reckless, the victims can not fight back without the

burden, in the end, or the evil heart is more relaxed.

Unfortunately, Dennis is not the villain.

At such times, any comfort pales in comparison to silent companionship, which is invaluable.

On the way, I took Dennis's arm, leaning on his shoulder to play with his big hand, feeling him

occasionally look down at me, but did not say much, I did not force him, pretending not to know, gently

rubbed in his arms, this moment, only as a relief of their own stuffed animals.

After Dennis became the richest man, the company rightfully moved into the highest office building

downtown, just two blocks away from the square just now, a few minutes away.

"Go get the papers." Dennis instructed Toby as he led me into this office.

After many years, the company's business I have almost forgotten clean, so when listening to Dennis

talk, and not much interest, full of thought that he just came back to deal with business, see him

undressed towards the desk, it is natural to sit on the other side of the meeting area, so as not to affect

him and Toby talk about things.

Dennis pulled out his chair, found me sitting on the couch, moved a little, raised his hand and

beckoned, "Clara, sit over here."

Without question, I dutifully got up and went to sit across from him.

At this time Toby pushed the door in, walked to the desk, handed the kraft paper bag in his hand to

Dennis, nodded respectfully at me and then retreated.

Thinking of the contributions Toby has made to us over the years, I casually said, "Assistant Toby

should also be settled in City P. Shouldn't his salary package be raised further?"

Toby is with Dennis all the way from Newton Town to now, for Dennis to share the pressure, I am still All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

ashamed of, not to mention doubling the salary, let him take the company shares, and we are on an

equal footing, also in the reasonable.

He is such a talent, to find a random company outside, are the executive chairman level, but ten years

as a day with Dennis to work hard, such a person, worthy of reward and respect.

"I have my own arrangements for this." Dennis answered me carelessly while untying the string of the

cowhide bag, and when he finished, he handed the bag over from the table, "Open it."

"What is it, mysterious."

The document inside was a déjà vu share transfer agreement with my signature on the signature.

This is the document in which I handed over my stake in the George Group to Dennis for disposal.

"What do you mean?" I was confused, the agreement is valid for two years, this agreement is directly

voidable, I did not expect Dennis saved until now.

The corners of Dennis's mouth curled up slightly, crossed his fingers in front of his body, and said with

a smile, "Let's finish reading first."

I looked at the document in my hand as an afterthought, and it was really several sheets stacked

together, but because the paper was so thin, I didn't notice it for a while.

Scrolled backwards, it was a personnel change notice.

"...... Following a decision by the company's senior management, Miss Kennedy will be appointed as

Executive President of the George Group, effective immediately."

The release date, was it seven days ago?

Wouldn't that be two days before the design to find out Edgar's lair and plan the operation?

Puzzled, I looked up at Dennis to ask a clear question, but found that he had been looking at me with a

soft and warm gaze, so I couldn't help but laugh, "Why are you still looking at me with such eyes when

you're an old married couple?"

"How can I see enough of the bells and whistles?" Dennis's mouth seems to be smeared with honey,

after some juggling, only after the correct color, explained, "I had expected that Dorothy would take

advantage of the fire when we acted, so I took advantage of this major personnel change in advance

and carried out the deployment of frozen funds, so now the entire the George Group, including Edgar

these six years Everything that Edgar has invested in the George Group over the past six years is now

yours."