Chapter 1194: Chapter 1194: Smooth Progress
Moreover, the so-called friendship between the two was nothing more than a bond from their younger years.
Jimmy Simmons’ eyes twinkled with amusement as he spoke teasingly, "I’ve been here for a while, didn’t Director River notice?"
George River nodded slightly, "Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention."
Jimmy Simmons didn’t seem to mind, "Do you mind stepping aside for a chat?"
George River didn’t refuse, excusing himself to the people around him, "Please excuse me."
The others naturally had no objections, but they watched the departing figures of the two men and buzzed with speculation.
"If Arnold Simmons were still here, the Simmons Clan wouldn’t have to submit to the humiliation by the River Clan."
"This is like the sandpiper and the clam fighting each other, while the fisherman reaps the benefits; Arnold and Jimmy Simmons don’t get along, and as a result, the River Family has profited."
"I heard Jimmy Simmons is also having a tough time within the Simmons Clan; several senior shareholders have turned against him, clearly aiming to divide his power; Jimmy can’t suppress them."
George River followed Jimmy Simmons outside to the balcony.
This place was remote, almost deserted, and from here one could see everything happening inside the exhibition hall.
Jimmy Simmons leaned against the wall, pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it, "How are things on your end?"
George River stood a little further away, raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, his eyes revealing a hint of fatigue, "Everything is progressing smoothly."
The Southern City Project was a grand initiative, consuming nearly all of George River’s attention; he even had to abandon many of the River Clan’s previous plans, withdrawing from several partnerships.
It could be said that if this Southern City Project failed, the River Clan would undoubtedly suffer a massive blow.
This was also the reason why Old Sir River hesitated when facing the huge interests brought about by the Southern City Project.
So, everything George River was doing was being done quietly, without Old Sir River’s knowledge.
The collaboration with Jimmy Simmons, indeed, had turned out better than expected.
No one could accurately estimate Arnold Simmons’ strength, but George River was still confident that, with a successful collaboration this time, he would definitely have the power to reclaim all that was his.
Both men harbored their own thoughts.
Cigarette smoke swirled in front of their eyes, Jimmy Simmons squinted slightly as he looked at the pitch-black sky. Just as he was about to speak, a sound came from the door.
Someone had pushed open the glass door and entered.
She wore a simple black evening gown with a waist-hugging design, setting off her snow-white skin that shimmered like warm jade. Her upward-tilting eyes carried a trace of flirtation, and her dark pupils sparkled with intelligence and purity.
Graceful and poised, she stood with her arms folded.
Looking at the two men on the balcony, Hannah’s red lips curled into a smile, her hand still on the door handle, "It seems I’ve come at a bad time, interrupting you two."
At a charity gala, the presence of celebrities was essential.
She was here today merely at the invitation of the organizers to make an appearance.
As she walked across the banquet hall, all eyes were on her, but given her current status, no one dared to court a smile from the beauty.
Jimmy Simmons, holding his cigarette, slowly lowered his hand, his gaze unabashedly settling on Hannah’s face, his smile showing a hint of lazy playfulness, "Auntie, did you come alone?"
Hannah turned to close the door, indifferent to the two sets of eyes on her.
She casually continued the conversation, "Your uncle is busy."
The tips of the cigarette burned, the sensation of heat between them, while Jimmy Simmons retained his composure, his speech flirtatious, "For a beautiful girl like you, Auntie, it’s best not to come out alone, lest..."
Lest what?
Before he could finish, he was coldly interrupted by George River.
"Jimmy Simmons."
The man was angry.
