Chapter 338 Who’s the Stand-in Anyway? 3

Jackie’s words were accusatory. I pressed my lips together and didn’t speak.

Dennis frowns, his voice low and cold, his eyes on me. “Where else are you hurt?”

I shook my head slightly and smiled. “It’s okay. Are you finished?”

The air was so quiet around him that you could faintly hear the sound of a gasp, which was surprise,

shock, and even more perplexity.

Dennis seemed to have no intention of letting it go. Touching the wound on my face, his eyes were

deep and cold.

“How can someone I value the most, someone I don’t want to hurt, get hurt here?” He said it softly, but

with a faint taste of blood.

For a moment Bernice Miller’s face was pale and her limp body seemed to have lost its balance.

Nelly Jones, too, realized something was wrong. Her face turned white, and she looked at Bernice

Miller with a questioning look, as if she were asking about my relationship with Dennis.

I knew Dennis was pissed, but it was his company, so I let it go. From what I knew of him, Bernice

Miller’s career in show business was pretty much over.

I said simply, “I’m fine. Let’s go. What are we going to eat later?”

He softened his face and shook my hand. He sighed. “Darling, you are my woman, and you don’t have

to be sensible to retreat on any occasion.”

His dark eyes fell on Nelly Jones, and his voice was low and cold. “Hit back as they hit you!”

At these words, Nelly Jones’s legs gave way and she dropped to her knees, looking at Dennis and me,

her voice shaking. “Mr. George, I was wrong, I didn’t mean to do that. I apologize to the lady. I beg you,

and I apologize to the lady.”

Dennis didn’t say anything, but just looked at her coldly. His voice was low and heartless. “Can you

bring a dead person back to life by saying sorry after killing someone?”

Nelly Jones dried her eyes, looked at me, pale, and said, “I didn’t mean to hit you. You can hit my back,

slap me as much as you like, but I beg you, Mr. George, I beg you, I beg you to be kind enough to

leave Berny a way out.”

Dennis didn’t speak. He looked at me, his bloodthirsty mouth softening a little. “Are you afraid your

hands will hurt?”

He took my hand in his, motioned for me to flatten it, and looked coldly at Nelly Jones.

Nelly Jones, who knew what to do, got up and approached me.

Before I knew it, Dennis took me by the hand and hit her. It would be better to say Dennis was the right

person to hit her. I didn’t force it, and it probably slipped away before I even touched her face.

But that hard slap left Nelly Jones bleeding from the corners of her mouth, and it was Dennis who did

the hard work.

For a moment there was an eerie chill in the air, and Dennis’s anger didn’t go away.

He looked at Nelly Jones and said in a cold voice, “I don’t want to see you again!”

Then he looked at Bernice Miller coldly. His eyes were cold as ice and he didn’t speak, but it was clear

that Dennis hated her.

My hand was pulled by him, he said helplessly, “In the future, you don’t have to be soft to them!” He

looked at Jackie, frowned, and even his eyes at Toby were cold.

I know he did it because I was wronged. But it was not really their fault.

I took his arm, looked up at him and asked, “Have you finished your work? I’m getting hungry!”

He smiled, raised his hand and scraped my nose. Although in front of everyone, but he did not hide his

affection for me, “Well, let’s go back to lunch.”

Dennis and I came out of the studio. I couldn’t help but sigh. I thought the whole George Group going

to explode.

Sure enough, we hadn’t gone long before ew heard an incredulous voice behind us. “Who is this

woman?”

“So, who’s the Stand-in…?

As I got into the car, I looked sideways at him. “Are Bernice Miller and I really alike?”

He curled his lips and smiled, his fingers resting momentarily on my cheek. “No, she’s not good enough

to look like you!”

I closed my lips and said no more. Had Dennis softened up? Actually, no. Four years had made his

tactics more sinister.

It was just that he knew better than ever how to hide his feelings. He gave me all the warmth and love

he had left, the only warmth he had left.

Back at the villa, Clarie was squatting in the yard playing with a fluffy little teddy.

I looked back at Dennis for a second. “Did you pick her up here?”

He nodded. “After I finish my work here, we’ll go back to school in City P. I’ve arranged for Clarie’s

school. Take her and have fun while you’re here.”

When we returned, Clarie ran toward me and said excitedly, “Mom, can I keep him?”

She pointed at the brown teddy, which was still tiny, looking like he was three months old.

I frowned and instinctively tried to say no, but Dennis said, “If you don’t have time, let him spend more

time with Clarie. She has to have friends.”

After returning from HL Area, Clarie seemed a little quieter. When she was with Joey, she always talked

a lot, but after she left HL Area, she seemed to be less talkative.

Sudden change of scenery, and no friends. It would be nice to let her keep the dog.

I nodded in agreement.

Meals had been prepared at home. Nanny Daisy was getting old and returned home to retire. Dennis

found a new Nanny.

It was a middle-aged woman in her forties, named Prima.

Before long, Toby came by. Dennis was sitting in the living room. He didn’t seem to be shy about it.

Toby said, looking worried. “Mr. George, I was negligent about what happened today. What are you

going to do with Bernice Miller?”

Dennis played with his phone, skillful but faintly cold. “For a star, she’s not qualified. Now that she’s

been hot for four years, it’s time to give young people a chance.”

Toby paused, nodded and said, “Well, what about Nelly Jones, her mother?”

Dennis frowned, with a faint chill on his handsome brow. “You can take care of this!”

After a pause, he lifted his eyes to Toby, frowning, “Choose a new cast for the promo, someone who

looks good.”

Toby nodded, then looked at me and left.

Clarie seemed to like little Teddy, naming him Snowball and holding him as she talked to herself all the

time.

Looking at Dennis, I said, “You don’t have to ban her, I’m fine. There’s no need!”

He smiled and cooled Prima’s boiled egg on the palm of his hand, moved slightly closer to me, peeled

it and rubbed it lightly on my face, mostly to remove the bruise.

Nelly Jones didn’t really slap that hard and the bruises were pretty much gone, but Dennis was just too

nervous.