Get Spoiled after Travelling into A Novel

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

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

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

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

Oliver to the ground. His shoe was pressing down

voice was eerie

countered. Anger and shame fille question,

blood–red, and he increased the pressure

ask one last

him. Hearing the

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

absurdity of the scene

he had never felt such an urgent

George and said, “Mr. Tate, I’m sorry. He’s drunk. If he has offended you in any way, please don’t take

a drink. Tell him to put her down!”

He whispered a warning, “Do you want to die? That’s Mr.

being defiled by this scum. He couldn’t care less about George’s stature. His

before he could say anything more

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

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

knowing Oliver’s unruliness.

at the boy he had stepped on and narrowed his eyes. His charming face exuded a

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turned cold,

true or not,

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

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

instant, George’s lips curled 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

you?” George’s voice

moves to be countered, Anger and shame filled him. Hearing the question,

turned blood–red, and he increased

last time. Who are

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

Oliver being crushed under George’s foot. Like a

scene

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