Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 17

Suppressing the sorrow from the heart, I took a deep breath, “I won’t give it a birth.”

“Clara!” Dennis got completely raged, with bloodshot eyes.

“She will die if you don’t send her to the emergency room.” I spoke, with a tight throat.

Sipping lips, Dennis gave me a shot with deep look in his eyes, and then he lifted Olivia and left my room.

In the empty room, I stared at the blood on the floor, stinging and piercing.

My fever was brought down, and I refused to get IV. I left the hospital.

After a stormy rain for a night, the Newton Town was refreshed.

After leaving the hospital, I went directly to the George Group, rather than the villa.

The receptionist rushed to me while seeing me. “Director Kennedy, Alice Booth Pearson has been waiting for about 15 minutes in your office.”

I nodded, entering the elevator and looking over at her, “Tell Jackie to prepare a gift, and I will take it to Alice Booth Pearson. The gift shouldn’t be much expensive, but delightful.”

The receptionist nodded.

In the elevator, I called Mario and he gave a fast answer, “Clara!”

Surprisingly, it’s the first time that I heard him call my name. I frowned slightly, “Do you have time this evening? What about having a talk?”

Seemed to be surprised, he replied, “Okay, When and where?”

“I will text you later.” The elevator was open and I hang up, sending Mario the time and address for the meeting.

We had signed a contract. According to the contract, the building program will finish this month and the hospital building can be put into use later. However, Stefan Pearson applied the designated fund for something else, so that the building cannot be completed.

Briefly, the rest of funds cannot be paid out at the time on the contract to the George Group.

Hearing her words, I showed a vexed smile, “Mrs. Pearson, you know that. I have married Dennis for years, but we didn’t get along well enough. He is precise! Besides, this is a great deal of money, and I cannot shoulder the responsibility if any mistakes.

Mrs. Pearson was a little upset, and she said, “In one week! You give us only one week. We will pay you off as long as Stefan has enough to meet the need.”

In fact, it’s not a difficult thing. But I paused, “Mrs. Pearson, as you know, the George Group is not a small company, so it’s way strict with turnover of funds. I have to take some risks if I do you a favor, but…”

Speaking here, I stopped, looking at her.

She seized the opportunity, asking urgently, “But what?”