A Film Queen

Chapter 104 She Is Mine

The girl in George’s arms was thoroughly drunk. Her eyes were moist and misty; her red lips were softly exhaling the scent of alcohol; and her cheeks were flushed, making her look as beautiful as an angel.

The girl, soft and obedient, fell into his arms. George didn’t want to let her go once he held her.

At this moment, the alcohol had completely overwhelmed Milly. Her large, dazed eyes were filled with confusion as she tilted her head and looked at George. She asked, “Who are you? Why are you in my house?”

“This is your house?”

“Yes, my house!” Milly replied, and her ears perked up a little. She looked around seriously, and her already confused eyes were now even more blank.

“Huh? Where’s my bed? Did you steal my bed?”

In a daze, Milly looked towards the statue at the hotel entrance and pouted. “Weird, why are there two beasts in my house?”

After getting drunk, she looked dumb and adorable, pitiful yet cute, clinging to him stubbornly.

George couldn’t help but smile. He teased, “Little drunkard.”

There was a trace of affection in his eyes–a trace that he himself hadn’t noticed.

A figure suddenly stood in front of him and demanded, “Put her down!”

A cold glare instantly replaced the smile on George’s face. He raised his eyes to look at Oliver, his gaze chilling. “Move.”

Under his murderous glare, Oliver’s legs went weak.

It didn’t make sense. Even though he might be considered weak and useless in the Ghost Sect, he still had. climbed over blood–soaked corpses to get where he was. How could an ordinary person’s glare intimidate him?

It must be an illusion! This was definitely an illusion.

Oliver steadied himself, forcing himself to stay calm. He adopted the attitude he had during missions in the Ghost Sect and demanded, “I told you to put her down! Don’t you understand?”

George met his gaze unhurriedly, exuding immense pressure. He asked, “Are you ordering me?”

Oliver’s expression turned cold, unwilling to back down. He stated, “Yes, I am! You better be smart; put my person down, and I might let this slide. If you keep being stubborn, don’t blame me for being rude.”

His person?

As soon as he said that, the temperature around them dropped a degree.

his murderous intent was clear, as if ready to crush him at

She

“Whether it’s true or not, why

killing intent, he threw a punch in the next second, aiming fiercely at George’s vital points.

look appeared in his eyes. He hadn’t expected the man

swiftly turned and kicked Oliver to the ground. His shoe was pressing down on Oliver’s shoulder bone with immense force, as if trying to crush

are you?” George’s voice was eerie

to be countered. Anger and shame

he

last time. Who are

him. Hearing the

but he still stubbornly fired back. “I told

your daddy!”

being crushed under George’s foot. Like a trapped beast, he defiantly declared himself

the scene nearly

career, he had

he scrambled over to help Oliver. Robin apologised to George and said, “Mr. Tate, I’m sorry. He’s drunk. If he has offended you

haven’t had a drink. Tell him to put her down!” Despite being stepped on,

quickly grabbed Oliver. He whispered a warning, “Do you want to die?

He couldn’t care less about George’s stature. His hair stood on end as he retorted, “I don’t care who he is…

before he could say anything

please ignore him. He didn’t take his

the door and barked, “What are

Robin had the foresight to always have a few bodyguards on hand, knowing Oliver’s unruliness. They would be useful, whether dealing with Oliver or stalking

and narrowed his eyes. His charming face exuded

104 She Is

gaze turned cold,

or not,

punch in the next second, aiming fiercely at George’s vital points. Each punch whistled through the air, more powerful than

dodged the attacks with case. A serious look appeared in his eyes. He hadn’t expected the man before him

to the ground. His shoe was pressing down on Oliver’s shoulder bone

are you?” George’s voice was

expected his killer moves to be countered, Anger and shame filled him.

turned blood–red, and he increased

last

forehead from the pain, but he still stubbornly fired back. “I told you, I’m

crushed under George’s foot. Like a trapped beast,

of the scene

career, he had