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.

intent was clear, as if ready to crush him at any moment. “Oh?

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“Whether it’s true or not, why don’t

his eyes, filled with killing intent, he threw a punch in the next second, aiming fiercely at George’s vital points. Each punch whistled through the air,

ease. A serious look appeared in his eyes. He

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

you?” George’s voice was

countered. Anger and shame fille question, he retorted,

he increased the pressure on his

ask one last time. Who

him. Hearing the

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

your daddy!”

drove over just in time to witness the scene of Oliver being crushed under George’s foot. Like a trapped beast, he defiantly

of the scene

decade–long career, he had

over, and he scrambled over to help Oliver. Robin apologised to George and said, “Mr. Tate,

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

Oliver. He whispered a warning, “Do

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

before he could say anything

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

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

bodyguards on hand, knowing Oliver’s

the boy he had stepped on and

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turned cold,

or not, why don’t

next second, aiming fiercely at George’s vital points. Each punch whistled through

holding Milly in his arms. He dodged the attacks with case. A serious look appeared in his eyes. He hadn’t expected

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

are you?” George’s voice was

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

he increased the pressure on

one last time. Who

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

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

absurdity of the scene nearly

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