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.

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

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gaze turned cold, too. He said, “Whether it’s

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

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

lips curled into a bloodthirsty smile. He swiftly turned and kicked Oliver to the ground.

George’s voice

hadn’t expected his killer moves to be countered. Anger and shame fille question,

turned blood–red, and he increased

last time.

him. Hearing the

the pain, but he still stubbornly fired back.

your daddy!”

being crushed under George’s foot.

scene nearly made him pass

had never felt such an urgent

“Mr. Tate, I’m sorry. He’s drunk. If he has offended

I haven’t had a drink. Tell him to put her

whispered a warning, “Do you

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

Oliver’s mouth before he could say anything more

Mr. Tate, please ignore him. He didn’t take his medicine. today. I’ll take

the bodyguards waiting at the door and barked, “What are you standing there

have a few bodyguards on hand, knowing Oliver’s

he had stepped on and narrowed his eyes. His charming face exuded

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turned cold, too.

or not, why don’t we find

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

serious look appeared in his eyes. He hadn’t expected the man before him to use killing moves known only to an assassin

into a bloodthirsty smile. He swiftly turned and kicked Oliver to the ground. His shoe was pressing down

George’s voice was

Anger and shame filled him. Hearing the question, he retorted, “I’m your

he increased the pressure on his

one last time.

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

crushed under George’s

of the scene nearly

a decade–long career, he had never felt such an urgent need to