Chapter 1310: Chapter 1310: No Chance
"She’s stringing me along, and she’s stringing Jackie Qualls along, even hooking up with Jimmy Simmons behind your back, and I’m sure you’re clearer about that than I am,"
Whether it was in the original plot or now.
George River’s head was already so green it could sustain sheep.
Even though it had been a long time since he split up with Tiffany Lynch, when he heard these words, George’s expression still darkened. But facing Louis Snyder, he maintained a bit more composure, "So, are you mocking me or are you ridiculing me?"
"Neither," Louis Snyder shook his head, a smile on his lips and malice in his voice subdued, "I just wonder, for such a woman, you gave up Hannah, and now how do you have the face to appear before her?"
With a cold demeanor on his face, George responded, "You dare to come, why shouldn’t I?"
When it comes down to it, they’re both the same kind of person.
"You say I was blind and hurt Hannah, I admit all that," George returned all of the mockery in Louis’s words back to him, "But what about you? Haven’t you hurt Hannah too, otherwise why isn’t she with you?"
That statement stabbed straight into Louis’s heart.
His face immediately turned cold.
The expressions on both of their faces were uglier than the other’s.
Five years ago, when Hannah was still with George River, Louis Snyder met her.
If for George Hannah was just a stand-in, then for Louis she was a stand-in plus a stepping stone.
The actions of both men were equally vile.
The only difference was that George had a contractual employment relationship with Hannah, whereas Louis used and took from Hannah unilaterally.
After several rounds of tit-for-tat, neither man gained any advantage.
The hurt had already been caused, and it wasn’t something they could mend with just a bit of regret or an apology.
Deep down, they both understood all too well that there was no more possibility between themselves and Hannah.
But they were unwilling to accept it.
Unwilling to accept that the person they could’ve obtained by simply reaching out was now lost.
And after losing her, maybe they would never have her again.
This thought tortured Louis Snyder practically every moment.
Every time he suffered from insomnia, took his medication, and closed his eyes, the details of their time together in the dilapidated rental would surface in his mind.
He couldn’t let go.
This obsession was almost driving him mad.
If Louis Snyder was on the brink of madness, then Jimmy Simmons had already gone mad.
Losing the Simmons Clan meant he’d completely lost his last support, as well as the capital to vie with Arnold Simmons again.
At the gathering, Jimmy Simmons got himself half-drunk.
Almost every rich second-generation in the private room had a female companion.
They gathered around Jimmy Simmons, teasing and joking, their words lacking the pretense of flattery and fear they once had.
After all, the current Jimmy Simmons wasn’t any different from those idle rich second-generations, living off shares and dividends just the same.
To outsiders, this life seemed utterly comfortable, but in their circle, it signified a lack of real power.
Under someone else’s roof, words carried no weight.
However, they still didn’t dare to be overly sarcastic, knowing full well that the former Jimmy Simmons was infamous in their circle for his ruthless, unscrupulous tactics.
There’s a saying that goes, "Better to offend a gentleman than a villain."
Jimmy Simmons never denied that he was a villain.
Just like right now, drunk as he was, leaning on the armrest of the sofa, his eyes hazy, his collar slightly open, and his naturally attractive features, under the dim light, looked...
