Chapter 1065: Chapter 1065: Not As Good As Her
Those eyes afloat with autumn waters, a faint play of light and shadow, brimming with seductive charm. Yet, her lowered eyelashes and demure expression radiated a pure and innocent air.
The man bent down, his tie pulled open, his shirt buttons undone, revealing a slender collarbone, while his eyes showed an undisguised obsession and love for the person in front of him.
His husky voice was full of enticing allure, "What you want to see, I’ll satisfy you tonight."
Seated upon the throne of power, the emperor willingly took her hand and plunged into decadance together.
To him, all of the world’s power and wealth couldn’t compare to the faint smile in the corners of her eyes.
*
Tiffany Lynch’s recent days had been far from easy.
The man’s heartless and indifferent demeanor that night still vividly haunted her mind.
The soft female voice coming from the screen was like a death knell to her.
Even she, as dull as she might be, understood what it all meant.
But she was always unwilling to believe it.
The ignited cigarette flickered. The room quickly filled with a light scent of tobacco.
Tiffany Lynch coughed a little uncomfortably, her tears falling even harder now.
She looked up, presenting her pitiable and vulnerable self to the man before her, but in his eyes, she saw not a trace of softness or sympathy.
All there was, was a dead silence of black.
Even his words were exceptionally cold, pushing her bit by bit into the abyss, "Tiffany, you should have considered the consequences before you did this."
She bowed her head, her nails cracked from excess force, and from the fractures, blood began to seep out, every word trembling, "Consider what."
Jimmy Simmons seemed to sigh, his gaze passing through the smoke to settle on the screen.
The girl on the screen had a charming smile, her skin so delicate and smooth, she seemed almost unreal in her perfection.
How charming indeed.
"You’re not like her."
"Not like who?" Tiffany Lynch looked up, seeing the man fixedly staring at the screen, her smile mocking, "Am I not like Hannah Winter?"
She was unconvinced.
The person in the whole world she was least convinced by was Hannah Winter.
Everyone else could surpass her, everyone could—but not Hannah Winter!
Watching Tiffany Lynch casting off her tender facade, Jimmy Simmons only felt it was both dull and troublesome. He couldn’t even bother to feign interest, "I won’t help you with this matter this time."
That sentence effectively cut off Tiffany Lynch’s retreat.
From amidst her overwhelming hatred, she pulled some rationality and stared blankly at the man before her, her complexion pale, "What do you mean?"
Jimmy Simmons delivered a merciless verdict, "Your cleverness has hurt you. I don’t need your self-righteous help."
Tiffany Lynch’s eyes went wide, her throat as if clogged by a rough stone, dry and painful, unable to utter another word. A wave of weakness swept over her, and she eventually collapsed at the man’s feet.
Tears dropped down one by one as she desperately reached out to grab the man’s trousers, "Jimmy, how can you, how can you just ignore me like this!"
The man looked down, condescendingly observing the woman in disarray before him, his smile mocking as he spoke coldly, "Why can’t I?"
Now, he only regretted ever considering the woman before him gentle and kind.
He had even admired and pursued her in his younger days.
Whether people change, or if he had just been blind at the time, he didn’t know.
Tiffany Lynch wouldn’t accept it, shaking her head frantically, tears falling more fiercely, "Jimmy, I saved you, I saved you, how can you leave me behind? You know, Hannah Winter won’t let me off the hook, neither will Arnold Simmons. Do you want to watch me die?"
