Chapter 1197: Chapter 1197 What Was Said
The auction segment of the banquet was now underway.
The entire proceeds from the charity dinner would be donated to the Hope Project.
Although most people outside felt that charity dinners were just a way for the rich to seek a good reputation, regardless, the act of donating was real.
Hannah hadn’t planned to stay long; she bid on the most expensive item in the room and then left.
She spent millions without even blinking an eye.
Naturally, someone would pack and deliver the item to her.
Her early departure was a relief to the celebrities present.
At least they didn’t have to worry about being overshadowed by Hannah’s popularity and influence. If lucky, they might even get the spotlight.
One less competitor meant more attention for the rest.
Hannah informed her assistant to bring the car around and had to wait a little while.
It was at this time that Jimmy Simmons sat down across from Hannah.
The foyer was almost empty as everyone had been mobilized to help in the banquet hall.
Jimmy leaned back on the sofa, his gaze resting on Hannah’s eyes and brows.
The lighting on the balcony had been dim, and he couldn’t see her clearly until now.
She was looking down, idly flipping through a magazine, seemingly unaware of his arrival.
Or perhaps she was aware but indifferent.
People outside said she was nothing more than a delicate flower kept by Arnold Simmons; she didn’t have to do anything, and just looking at her was a pleasure. It was just a pity that this delicate flower bloomed in Arnold’s palm, and even if someone desired to pluck it, they wouldn’t dare.
When he heard these mocking comments, Jimmy laughed out loud without any courtesy.
Not daring to pluck?
He wanted to be that villain who would steal someone’s beloved.
A predatory look appeared in Jimmy’s eyes, but he quickly masked it, pretending to make casual conversation, "What did George River just tell Auntie Hannah?"
He didn’t need Hannah to answer the question he had asked himself, and continued,
"Let me guess, did he say he loves you very much and has to have you, or something like that?"
Hearing this, Hannah stopped flipping through the magazine and looked up at the man opposite her.
Meeting Hannah’s gaze, Jimmy’s heart stirred slightly, the smile in his eyes deepening, "Auntie Hannah shouldn’t believe his words. Men are the least reliable."
Hannah closed the magazine in her hands and smiled, "Are you talking about yourself?"
Jimmy had been with many women, encountering various personalities—gentle, sexy, lively, and quiet.
But no matter the type, over time, they all just bored him, including Tiffany Lynch.
The goddess he couldn’t have when he was younger was nothing special once he got her, which made Jimmy feel even more disinterested, until... Hannah came along.
He was never shy around women, neither actively flattering nor pretending to be aloof, always capturing the perfect attitude. However, with Hannah, there was an added touch of genuine tenderness, "I wasn’t just talking about myself, but also about Arnold."
Men are fickle; it would be more accurate to say they are faithless, like himself, like George River, or even like Arnold Simmons.
Hannah picked up the magazine from her lap and casually tossed it onto the table, leaning back and crossing her slender, fair legs.
Her eyes and brows were filled with laughter, but her words carried distress, "Jimmy, I really don’t understand. What could possibly make you go to such lengths to tarnish your uncle’s reputation in front of me?"
She rested her cheek in her hand and tilted her head, the loose strands of hair obediently clinging to her slender neck.
