Encounter at a Bulgari Dinner

7

In the evening, I went back to the Johnson residence.

George sat on the couch with his eyes closed, looking arrogant.

I didn't want to talk to him. I ignored him and went straight to my dad's study.

"Wait."

His voice came from behind, which was as cold as ice.

I stopped at once.

"Come here and sit down."

I hated it when people tell me what to do, especially George.

I turned around and gave him a stern glare.

"I don't have time to argue with you now, George."

George narrowed his eyes with a look of disdain.

"I know you came back to see Dad for that male celebrity."

He sounded confident.

But how did he know that?

I clenched my fingers and asked, "You got someone to investigate me, didn't you?"

He snorted and said indifferently, "I heard that you started a company. Can't I care about your company's current situation as your brother?"

This was hilarious.

He was just my stepmother's child. I didn't recognize him as my brother.

Besides, he was nothing without my dad.