Chapter 230: Chapter 230: You Better
Hannah’s eyes smiled along with her lips, her voice dipping in tone to a velvety lilt, all while she kept her nose pinched. "Can you guess who this is?"
There, on the other end, Arnold Simmons put down the documents he was reading, rubbed the bridge of his nose and smiled. "Hannah."
Seeing that her identity was accurately guessed, Hannah felt a bit disappointed, but excitement was the prevailing emotion. "Mr. Simmons, you haven’t forgotten about me then?"
"Mhmm," Arnold nodded, "I have not found anyone more attractive than you yet, so no, I haven’t forgotten."
Hannah pouted, "Are you complimenting me?"
Arnold got up and walked over to the window. His assistant, on cue, made a swift exit from the office.
In his heart, he guessed it was to do with that phone call. Although he couldn’t see her, he could faintly hear a voice.
It was soft, as if it was made of cotton candy, which was enough to melt any man’s heart, especially one who had been single for years.
Indeed, it would take a unique woman to captivate President Simmons.
Hearing the tender complaints from the voice on the phone managed to alleviate at least some of the heaviness that had been weighing on Arnold’s heart these past days.
Indeed, he missed her.
"Mr. Simmons, I told you - as soon as the show airs, more and more people are bound to like me. After all, I’m so gorgeous. Didn’t I tell you it would be worthwhile? When I reign supreme in the entertainment industry, everyone will envy you for your good fortune. They’ll all compliment you on your luck for having such a beautiful woman by your side. Don’t you think?"
The skyscrapers lurking in the man’s sight through the window seemed to add a harsh undertone to his gaze. Yet, mixed in was a sense of amusement and fondness, which softened his voice, "Mm, everything you said is right."
Hannah was elated, her voice oozed with pride, "Of course. By the way, Mr. Simmons, did you remember to vote for me?"
She leaned on the windowsill, toying with a lock of hair that had fallen onto her shoulder. She tilted her head as she watched the figure disappear around the corner below.
Her tone stayed the same, a sweet smile dancing on her lips. Her eyes sparkled, full of life.
The line fell silent for a moment.
sensing his hesitation, Hannah let go of her hair, her voice took on an accusing tone, "Mr. Simmons, you forgot, didn’t you."
"I... "
"You did forget, don’t make excuses." Her voice wavered, as if on the brink of tears, "You promised you would vote for me. People really can’t keep their word. Did you even watch my performance?"
Completing her complaints, she emphasized, "I’m really upset."
Hearing this, Arnold resigned. He sighed lightly, "Sorry, I forgot. But, I did watch your performance. It was really good."
Hannah was half-skeptical, half-relieved, "You really watched it?"
"Mm."
"Ok, so then who do you think is more talented, me or Tiffany Lynch?" She asked, her voice as soft as a kitten’s purr, yet her tone was serious.
On the other end of the line, Arnold pondered seriously for a moment before asking, "Who is Tiffany Lynch?"
Why doesn’t he have any memory of her?
Is she a man or woman?
Hannah froze for a moment before she burst into laughter, even shedding a few tears. She casually wiped them away, then proceeded to explain their initial stage competition rules to Arnold.
This decisive man, who could maintain his composure in the face of multi-billion-dollar contracts, was showing a puzzled expression for the first time. Finally, he murmured softly, "You’re the best."
