Chapter 211: Chapter 211: Statement
A single sentence was enough to scare off the paparazzi, causing them to tuck away their cameras.
After all, they were just hired to do the job, unaware of who was behind it, but they knew better than to cross the Simmons family.
A shiver ran down the spine of the paparazzi, and they could only watch as Arnold Simmons got in his car.
In the car.
The man took off his trench coat and put it aside, leaning back against the car seat, resting.
He appeared quite weary.
The assistant turned around and said, "President Simmons, the Paparazzi have been dealt with, and the police have agreed to issue an official statement, confirming your total lack of involvement in the incident."
The car was quiet, lit only by the dim car light.
"Hmm," the man responded, a warm yellow glow shadowing his face yet still carrying a hint of coldness.
A few minutes later, he opened his eyes, which were clear, dark, and free of fatigue, "Is the show premiering tonight?"
Caught off guard, the assistant responded a moment later, "Yes, at eight o’clock tonight."
The man glanced at his watch and with a hint of helplessness in his eyes and a smile on his lips, he murmured, "Half an hour late, she’s going to be mad again."
His words were unusually gentle, nothing like what you’d expect from Arnold Simmons.
Even his long-serving assistant was taken aback.
While the assistant was aware of a young girl who had recently entered President Simmons’ life, he knew little about her, except that the typically indifferent President Simmons indulged her deeply.
On a few occasions, he had even overheard President Simmons conversing with her, speaking in the same gentle tone and even smiling.
It was downright creeping.
The assistant dared not pry further, but knowing President Simmons had been following a talent show closely, he guessed she was a participant.
Nevertheless, it was probably just a game for her, after all, no fame could compare to having President Simmons’ support.
Arnold Simmons didn’t return to his company. He planned to go straight back to his villa in the Mid-hill Courtyard, but halfway through the journey, he remembered something. He instructed the driver to turn the car around and headed to Hannah’s apartment.
The key had been given to him by Hannah before leaving with a charming and flattering smile, she had clung onto him, acting coy.
He thought she wanted him to use his influence to ensure her good standing in the show, but surprisingly, her request was for him to take care of a succulent plant.
A small, palm-sized succulent plant with uneven spines, almost like they’d been stuck on haphazardly.
The thought amused him.
She was a peculiar little thing.
She was bold enough to ask for favors, and after wrapping herself around his leg, she acted all sweet and spoiled. The demands she made were always odd.
If he didn’t answer immediately, she’d jump into his arms, cooing repeatedly into his ear.
"Do you agree or not, agree or not, do you agree?"
Her voice as soft as cotton candy, dripping with sweetness.
He couldn’t resist.
The moment he agreed, she’d beam with joy, peck his cheek lightly like a little bird, and scamper off.
"Water it once every two weeks, remember to expose it to sunlight every day, but remember to bring it indoors at night. It doesn’t like to be under strong sunlight for too long, also..."
She prattled endlessly.
There stood the tall man by the window, clad in fluffy slippers that were a complete mismatch to his persona, surrounded by plush toys, with a pink watering can in hand.
