Chapter 322: Chapter 322: After all, it’s an elder
Hannah: "Okay."
She nodded, then reached around the man’s waist, sticking her hand into his pocket and pulling out a silver lighter. She smiled sweetly, "Stop smoking. It’s not good for your health."
"Mm."
The man nodded and left.
The atmosphere only started to lighten when Arnold Simmons finally left.
George River stared at the gracefully slender beauty in front of him, no longer hiding his contempt, "Hannah Winter, I didn’t expect you to really hook up with Arnold Simmons. Indeed, you’re very crafty."
His words were forced out through clenched teeth.
Hannah acted as though she didn’t care. She walked over and sat down, pouring herself a drink, then pouring one for George River. She held it up to him, "Want one?"
George River sneered and took the glass, draining it in one gulp.
Hannah simply smiled at the man’s actions as she lightly swirled her glass, "You drank it so fast, weren’t you worried I might have drugged it?"
Her smile was charming and coy, her allure laid bare.
George River’s heart skipped a beat. He smirked, "Would you?"
"I don’t know." The raven-haired beauty tilted her head, displaying a hint of naive coyness, "Maybe I still have lingering feelings for you."
George River sat down opposite Hannah, unbuttoning the clasp of his suit jacket, "You played the obedient little girl well in front of Arnold Simmons. You even nearly fooled me."
Hannah rested her chin in her hand, her tone coquettish, "Isn’t that what you men like?"
Most powerful men prefer submissive beauties. They don’t have to do anything, just obediently cling to their men.
They don’t care if they’re the only one for the man, nor if he loves them, or even if he acknowledges them. Ideally, they should even be incapable of earning money.
Only then can these men easily tame them.
Just like Hannah Winter once was.
For some reason, George River felt like Hannah was speaking to him.
His anger subsided by half, and he glared at the woman in front of him, "How much money did Arnold Simmons give you?"
Hannah cautiosly tapped her fair cheek, her eyelashes fluttering as she gently spat out a reply, "Obviously more than the amount you were going to offer."
The total money George River had given Hannah Winter was equivalent to the five million he could spend on her.
But these five million probably only equalled fifty dollars in George River’s eyes.
Indeed, the value of the item given depends on the person receiving it.
So, for Hannah, five million really was a lot of money.
In addition to a villa.
Hmm, pretty generous.
But she didn’t need it anyway, so it didn’t count.
George River sneered, "I never knew Arnold Simmons was so generous."
This was a sarcastic remark.
But Hannah cheerily responded, "Of course. After all, he’s an elder."
She nodded, smiling at the man across from her.
George River’s eyes reddened, his face pale as a sheet. The gaping hole in his heart that had been feeling exposed was now just suffocating instead.
That’s right. If he were to call Arnold Simmons uncle, he would indeed have to call Hannah aunt too.
How utterly ironic.
He was silent for a long time before he squeezed out another sentence, "Aren’t you afraid I’ll tell Arnold Simmons about our relationship?"
Hannah didn’t react, "Didn’t you say we have nothing to do with each other from now on?"
When they broke up, George River had impatiently tossed Hannah aside like a piece of garbage, fearing being associated with her. He had been utterly heartless in his remarks.
Now he remembered it himself, and his face grew even more unpleasant.
