Chapter 1022: Chapter 1022: Do You Think I Would Care?
The more she looked, the more the figure resembled that person.
Hannah leaned against the wall, reaching up to play with the curly locks at her bust, the earrings at the side of her face gently swinging with the strands, reflecting a red glow.
With a languid demeanor, she seemed utterly disinterested in whatever "scandalous material" Tiffany Lynch claimed to have that could "ruin her reputation", her eyes were so indifferent that not a ripple could be seen.
After a long while, she parted her lips and said slowly, "Do you think I care?"
Tiffany Lynch tugged at the corners of her lips, scoffing, "Why wouldn’t you care? Aren’t you afraid I’ll release those things and you’ll never be able to turn things around?"
In the distance, the interview had ended, and the lights gradually dimmed, as people started walking over here while talking.
Anxiety was already showing on Tiffany Lynch’s face.
But Hannah remained utterly calm, without fear, without worry, without even a hint of indecision.
She simply replied lightly, "I don’t even know what you’re holding in your hand, so why should I care?"
Upon hearing this, Tiffany Lynch’s expression turned rigid for an instant, and she let out a cold laugh, "Hannah Winter, you’d better not test my patience. You know exactly what you have done. Don’t force me to take extreme measures."
She clenched her fingers, her sharp nails accidentally slicing through her expensive gown, yet she seemed unaware of it.
Hannah’s hand lightly rested on her waist, her aura cool and composed, "Whether it’s extreme or not, aren’t we sworn enemies? Would you pass up the chance to crush me if you got it?"
"Of course not—"
The four words slipped out, and after that, Tiffany Lynch closed her mouth.
The plan had ultimately fallen through.
Tiffany Lynch, who had privately obtained the so-called "trump card" to suppress Hannah, naturally swelled with pride, eager to humiliate her to her face.
If it were anyone else, they might have been somewhat apprehensive, but when it came to Hannah...
She truly didn’t care at all from beginning to end.
That calmness was as if someone held a sharp knife to her face threatening to take her life, and yet could not intimidate her in the slightest.
Although Tiffany Lynch was somewhat disappointed to lose an opportunity to help Jimmy Simmons, in the end, getting revenge on Hannah was more important than anything else.
As for Jimmy Simmons...
She believed that with the affection of their youth, coupled with a "life-saving grace," he would not let her down.
Before preparing to leave, Tiffany Lynch couldn’t help but mock Hannah upon seeing the smile on her lips, "Hannah Winter, Arnold Simmons can’t protect you forever, the Simmons Family will ultimately belong to Jimmy Simmons."
"Is that so?" Hannah said, while straightening the hem of her dress with a hand, then she stepped forward gracefully.
Due to the difference in height, Tiffany Lynch had to look up to see her.
That soft, exquisitely white cheek now revealed a seductive charm, but those deep black, pure eyes gave off a chilling sensation.
It was like the weather had suddenly changed, a cold wind blowing through, enveloping one’s body, freezing someone in place.
She reached out, her cool fingertips lightly tracing over the earring at the side of her face. Her gaze fell on Tiffany Lynch, scanning her from left to right, and then with a light chuckle, she said, "Your eyes are becoming more and more like hers. Back when she wanted to kill me, she also liked to talk tough, but the truth is—you’re scared, aren’t you?"
Those eyes, wrapped in spring water, carried a bone-chilling coldness.
With a clarity that saw right to the bottom, they perfectly reflected her current state of panic.
Returning to her senses, Tiffany Lynch raised her hand, wanting to push the person in front of her away fiercely, but Hannah had already stepped back, her smile shallow, as serene as a light cloud in a gentle breeze.
