Chapter 1146: Chapter 1146: The Night Sky Adorned with Starlight
He bent down, and in front of everyone, carefully adjusted the gauzy hemline of the girl beside him, his voice low and gentle but with a hint of helplessness, "Wearing such a long dress, if you ruin it, you’ll be home lamenting its loss."
The girl lowered her head, her slender neck like that of a swan dipping in a tranquil lake, white and soft, docile and coquettishly charming.
"I won’t regret it, I’ll only wear this gown once anyway."
As she spoke, arrogance mixed with charm was evident in her brows and eyes, but it didn’t annoy anyone; rather, they felt she was born to be this way.
The man straightened, offered her his hand with an indulgent tone, "Come, princess."
The girl placed her hand in his palm, correcting him coyly, "Not princess, little ancestor."
The man conceded, "Fine, little ancestor."
Her laughter made the stars seem dull by comparison.
Some watched mesmerized, unable to shift their gaze, subconsciously uttering, "Is that Hannah Winter?"
The top domestic mega-star, even without trying to learn more, everyone present had heard of her name.
But they usually saw her on screen.
No one had imagined that seeing her in person, her face would be so radiant and impactful.
Like a beautiful painting displayed in a museum at midnight.
The heavy ink of the painting still couldn’t subdue the girl’s delicate features; one glance from afar could make one feel as if they were dreaming.
The man who spoke was so captivated that he met a pair of pitch-black eyes before anybody could respond to him.
If Hannah was starlight, then Arnold Simmons was the night sky.
A night sky holding the stars.
The man shivered and dared not look any longer, quickly lowered his head, and merged back into the crowd.
It wasn’t until Arnold led Hannah into the gala that everyone snapped back to reality.
Even though the beauty was stunning, she already had someone protective at her side.
The "back from the dead" Second Young Master Simmons, even though no longer holding the title of President, still commanded respect from everyone.
Even though Jimmy Simmons had ostensibly taken over the Simmons Clan’s business, in the end, only Arnold truly commanded the family’s respect.
Arnold’s twenty-eight years of life experience told everyone that in the business world, status couldn’t determine everything.
Even a despised illegitimate child, as long as he was powerful enough and ruthless, could climb to a summit all would envy.
As for Hannah...
The delicately pampered beauty he brought up with his own hands—who would dare covet her?
Who would dare?
Watching their affectionate demeanor, George River’s grip on his glass tightened, as if a chill seeped from the palm of his hand under his skin, then along his veins, spreading bit by bit until it enveloped his heart.
Every shard of cold was a sharp blade, scraping his already wounded heart until it bled profusely.
Even though he had seen such scenes and had cruelly fantasised about them countless times, witnessing it with his own eyes was still unbearable.
He even harbored the thought of throwing caution to the wind and taking Hannah away.
But he couldn’t.
At least, not now.
Watching George fight to contain his anger, Jimmy Simmons just sneered softly, swirling the red wine in his glass as his gaze moved over the crowd and landed on Hannah’s retreating figure.
Her waist cinched by a belt, her figure graceful – indeed, flawless at every turn.
Jimmy Simmons drank the last of the wine in his glass, a predatory desire flashing in his eyes.
One day, everything that belonged to Arnold Simmons would be his.
