Chapter 1314: Chapter 1314: Plundering
The eyes could only dimly perceive the existence of light.
The weather outside was too gloomy, with dark clouds pressing down on the sea, the sea churning as if it was splitting the world apart.
A table lamp was lit behind the man, its glare making his features and silhouette all the more blurred.
The only color came from a small flame sparked by the lighter in the manโs palm.
"Who are you?"
Hannah spoke, her voice filled with a weak hoarseness, tender and soft like the petals blown off by the cold wind outside, drifting powerlessly in the air.
Yet there was no tension or fear in such a voice.
Only blandness.
Jimmy Simmons sighed softly, lowering his voice, "Why donโt you guess?"
He stood up and walked over to the girl, crouching beside her. A pair of pale, frail hands appeared in his view, bound by red silk.
White and red, an extremely stark contrast of colors.
Hannah pursed her lips slightly and chuckled lightly, "Jimmy Simmons."
She had an answer after a brief thought.
The only one who would do such a thing was Jimmy Simmons.
He had always feared a peaceful world. When the Simmons Clan was still around, he could suppress his nature a bit, but now that Arnold Simmons had bought the Simmons Clan, he probably let himself go completely.
Hearing his identity exposed, Jimmy Simmons was not worried; instead, he laughed happily, "It seems, dear auntie really cares about me, even distinguishing my voice."
Hannah closed her eyes and said no more.
The feeling of powerlessness made her extremely tired now, as if half of her body had sunk into the sea, the waves gently swaying, ready to press her entirely into the sea at any moment.
Seeing Hannah remain silent, Jimmy Simmons was not annoyed. He pulled up a chair and sat across from her, his gaze wandering boldly over her face.
From the blindfold covering her eyes to her cracked lips.
The delicate and frail beauty in captivity always easily evoked the purest predation and possession in his heart.
Even in such a disheveled state, she was still dazzlingly beautiful.
Jimmy Simmons withdrew his gaze, suppressing the excitement and madness in his heart, turning his head to look at the gloomy sky outside.
The fierce wind swept everything between heaven and earth into chaos, the rain blurring the colors of this little corner of the world.
He reached for a cigarette, lit it, held it between his fingers, and relaxed into the chair back with a deranged smile in his eyes, "Dear auntie, do you know why I brought you here?"
Hannah, unchanged in expression, breathed heavily due to dizziness, but still corrected him, "This is kidnapping."
Jimmy Simmons paused with the cigarette in his hand, then returned to normal soon after, making no excuses for his actions, "Hannah, I remember you said Iโm not Vincent."
He spoke slowly, his gaze returning to Hannah, and chuckled lightly, "But that doesnโt matter. You probably donโt know, from the first time I saw you, I wanted to do this."
To have her to himself, watching her panic and forcing her to rely solely on him.
All this, Jimmy Simmons had intended to take his time with after defeating Arnold Simmons.
But he hadnโt anticipated that Arnold would be so ruthless, taking over the whole Simmons Clan in one fell swoop.
Since it was so, there was no need for him to take things slowly anymore.
"Now this is just fine, in this villa..."
Jimmy Simmons stood up and lifted the girlโs pale, cold cheek with his hand.
