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

said, “Whether it’s true 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

in his eyes. He hadn’t expected the man before him

into a bloodthirsty smile. He swiftly turned and kicked Oliver to the ground. His shoe was pressing down on Oliver’s shoulder bone with immense force, as

voice was eerie

be countered. Anger and shame fille question, he retorted,

blood–red, and he increased the pressure on his

one last

him. Hearing the

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

your daddy!”

drove over just in time to witness the scene of Oliver being crushed

the scene nearly made

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

him to put her down!”

warning, “Do you

leader was being defiled by this scum. He couldn’t care

before he could say

Tate, please ignore him. He didn’t take his medicine.

the bodyguards waiting at the door and barked, “What are you standing there for? Tie him up and take

bodyguards on hand, knowing Oliver’s unruliness. They would be useful, whether dealing with Oliver

looked down at the boy he had stepped on and narrowed his eyes. His charming face exuded a majestic, intimidating

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gaze turned

it’s true or not, why don’t

second, aiming fiercely at George’s vital

his arms. He dodged the attacks with case. A serious look appeared in his eyes. He hadn’t expected the man before him to use killing moves known only to

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

you?” George’s voice was eerie

expected his killer moves to be countered, Anger and shame filled him. Hearing the question, he retorted, “I’m

turned blood–red, and he increased the pressure on his

ask one last

Sweat beaded on Oliver’s forehead from the pain, but he still

just in time to witness the scene of Oliver being crushed under George’s

of the scene nearly made

he had never felt such an urgent