Chapter 1007: Chapter 1007: Really Uninteresting
Jimmy Simmons didn’t know if Arnold Simmons truly had feelings for Hannah, but taking her away from Arnold, was definitely a powerful strike and revenge against him.
The thought was, admittedly, boring.
Jimmy moved his lips, finding himself unable to refute what Hannah had said, and simply chose to openly admit, "You’re right, I want you."
His gaze upon her was like that of a hunter eyeing his certain prey, arrogant and self-assured.
It was 9:40 PM.
Below a cascade of steps, a low-key black luxury car stopped.
A moment later, the car door opened.
Hannah waved at Arnold, looking obviously delighted as she lifted her foot to step past the person in front of her.
Jimmy reached out and grabbed her arm, lowering his voice to say in her ear, "He didn’t die on the road this time, next time he might not be so lucky."
His words carried hatred and malice, yet his face bore a reckless smile.
Hannah pulled away from his grasp, glanced at him sideways, and laughed, "Do you really think you can hold him back?"
Jimmy frowned, "What do you mean?"
"You’re not as cute as before, and not as clever either."
Having said that, Hannah had already descended the steps in a few strides, and with a light leap from a distance, threw herself toward the man.
Arnold stretched out his hands and caught her in his arms in what seemed to be a reproachful yet indulgent tone, "Can’t you walk properly?"
She bowed her head into his chest, gently nuzzling, and coquettishly whispered something into his ear.
Jimmy didn’t catch it, nor did he want to listen.
Arnold, holding the person in his embrace, looked up at Jimmy with a faint coolness in his gaze, a depth of knowing and calm between his eyes.
Jimmy also looked back, his hands slowly tightening behind him, although the smile on his face was lazy, his tone provoking, "With a beauty like Aunt Hannah, Uncle had better keep an eye on her, or one day she might just be taken away by someone else."
Arnold’s expression was calm, the corners of his mouth slightly curved, and his serene voice displayed the depth and coldness of someone in a superior position, "Rather than worrying about your elders’ business every day, it would be better to focus all your energy on the company, so as not to disappoint your parents."
A casual remark could easily shatter Jimmy’s rationality.
Both of them knew each other’s vulnerabilities too well. Jimmy knew that his uncle was interested in Hannah, whether out of personal desire or as a kind of revenge, and that was why he deliberately provoked him.
But he apparently forgot that Arnold was never one to abide by social conventions.
Lacking affection and ruthlessness, indifferent to kinship, this was the outside world’s opinion of him.
"Arnold," Jimmy almost bit the words out, "you are not worthy to mention my parents."
Arnold didn’t care to acknowledge his nonsense, merely saying coolly, "After all these years, you haven’t made any progress. Trying to have someone kill me, is that the best form of revenge you can think of?"
Hannah poked her head out, but her gaze fell on Jimmy on the steps above.
Even in the night, the suppressed rage in his brows and eyes was visible, his pupils filled with hatred and forbearance.
How could someone who prides himself as the favored son of heaven, stand being suppressed forever?
Jimmy let out a snort, "I don’t understand what you’re saying."
Arnold simply looked at him, leaving behind a word, "The man has been sent to the police station for you, think more before you act next time."
The car door closed, speeding away.
Kicking up a cloud of dust.
Jimmy stood there for a long time.
