Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 135

Greyson was worried that Luna would knock her feet and hurt herself, so he hastily dragged her behind him, "You don't need to do this kind of rough work."

Then, he yelled impatiently at the receptionist, "Where are those people? Did they go to heaven?"

"Why are you so angry? Mr. Greyson."

George came downstairs with a pale face and smiled at Greyson.

"Have a cup of tea to cool down your fire."

Greyson looked straight at George with a cold smile.

"Eve, quickly bring a cup of tea over to Mr. Greyson!"

George's back was shaking from his staring, and he could barely maintain the smile on his face.

The person who had been called Eve answered and went to bring tea, but before the tea could be brought up,

BANG! Greyson kicked George to the ground, then stepped forward, crouched down and grabbed him with his hair and said grimly, "You're the fucking asshole who asked Angela to clean the rooftop alone?"

George fell backwards with his hands and legs in the air, and his glasses fell to nowhere. He fumbled for a while before he could feel them, but they had been crushed broken by him, and he couldn't wear them at all.

He narrowed his eyes at Greyson with a steady stream of cold sweat rising from his forehead, "I'm the one who told her to go, what's wrong?

She was an employee of the Dream Club, and it is right that I, as a supervisor should order her to do something......"

"Fuck!"

Greyson cursed and slammed a fist hard into his face.

The left side of George's face instantly swelled to an awful height, he covered his face with both hands while craning his neck, and was unable to speak clearly due to his injuries, "What the hell is going on? If you want me to die, Mr. Greyson, you have to let me die for a clear reason!"

"My sister almost got killed by you, and you still have the face to play innocent here?!"

Greyson clutched George's collar with both hands and picked him up, each word squeezed out between his teeth.

George was shocked, his face was bloodless, his back was instantly wet with cold sweat. He shrank his neck and said immediately,

"You can't blame them all on me! I'm also a subordinate. I follow orders from above. I don't know what's going on! I have told Miss Angela, and she said she understood me and didn't blame me! Mr. Greyson, I really don't know what happened!"

By the end of the sentence, he had taken on a crying tone.

He had prepared his words carefully to arrange a retreat for himself when he had left Angela alone to clean the rooftop, so even if something happened, it wouldn't implicate him!

But he didn't know Greyson was totally unreasonable!

There was a roar of laughter from the onlookers, and cheers to intensify the conflict.

Normally, people from the Dream Club would come over and intervene, and if they really couldn't solve the problem, they would invite Gabriela or James to come, but today they were instructed to do what they should do, and pretend that they didn't see George being beaten at all.

George had meant to put the blame on his superiors and let Greyson go to Gabriela or James to settle the conflict and spared him as a subordinate.

But when Greyson heard this, his anger grew a bit more. He kicked him several times on his body, "Are you using James to pressure me? Do you really think I'm afraid of him?!"

George curled up and begged for mercy while crying with snot and tears, but it didn't work at all.

Greyson stopped only when he was tired of beating. Before clutching George's collar, he picked him up and asked through clenched teeth, "You left Angela alone to clean the rooftop, so Timothy would go and lock the rooftop door...... Say, did you collude with each other?"

The crowd sighed for a while. Greyson was known for spoiling his sister, and George actually had someone lock Angela to the rooftop. No wonder Greyson was as crazy as he was at this moment, and so ruthless in his actions.