Chapter 341: Chapter 341: You’re Done For
Thinking back to what her own Mr. Simmons had said when he left, she now understood.
Turns out he had planned to return the cell phone to her all along.
She stood in the light, her face breaking into a smile as if she had thought of someone, appearing to be in a good mood.
Joan King let out a sigh of relief and began to cautiously probe, "Miss Winter, about President Simmons, do you..."
She wanted to ask Hannah to put in a good word for her.
Hannah put away the cell phone, looked at the person in front of her sweating profusely, her eyes filled with laughter but her voice was still soft with a hint of frostiness, her eyes like crescent moons, "you’re finished."
Previously, Joan King had often helped Tiffany Lynch to target Hannah.
At the time it didn’t seem like a big deal, but now the tables have turned and she was starting to panic.
Especially when she heard what Hannah said, her eyes wide, her face full of panic, she chased after Hannah, pleading, "Miss Winter, what do you mean by this... Miss Winter, I apologize. I was blind before..."
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When Hannah returned to the dormitory, Lucy was not yet back.
Although the dormitory was fitted with cameras, Hannah was not worried at all. She directly turned on the cell phone and dialed a number.
The other party seemed to be busy, and it took a while before the call was answered.
A deep male voice came through, smooth like flowing spring water, "Did you get the cell phone?"
Hannah laid on the bed, her slender fingers casually playing with her soft black hair, her voice was soft and sweet, "Mr. Simmons, you had planned this all along, was it because you were afraid you might miss me too much?"
The reflected lights from the window in the man’s eyes, the moonlight scattered at his feet making him appear like an ascetic fairy, aloof and restrained.
Only when he heard the soft voice in his ear would his eyes soften a little.
"Mr. Simmons, do you miss me at all?"
The girl started to persistently ask again, as if vowing not to let go until she heard a satisfactory answer.
The man tossed away the silver lighter in his hand, his deep black eyes reflecting the lights softened, his voice was magnetic and husky, "I do."
How can he not?
He missed her chattering in his ear, he missed the faint comforting scent on her, he missed...the person who was her.
Hannah held the phone satisfactorily, unabashedly making several smooching sounds into the phone, then began to speak mysteriously, "Mr. Simmons, if you miss me too much at night and can’t bear it, you can call me."
Her voice lilted up at the end suggestively.
The man’s fingertips paused slightly, his gaze deep, his voice pleasingly steady, "Stop talking nonsense."
Hannah got up from the bed, "Mr. Simmons, I am serious. You are my only sugar daddy. What if I don’t satisfy you and you go find someone else?"
Her voice was aggrieved, but Arnold Simmons could hear the laughter hidden within.
It was as if those clever, mischievous eyes had appeared before him.
He gazed upwards, looking at the full moon overhead, his voice calm and deliberate, "If you behave, there won’t be anyone else."
There was a moment of silence on the other side and then a cheerfully elated voice came through, "No one else for a lifetime?"
The man was silent for a moment, his tone most serious, "Correct."
No one else for a lifetime.
Hannah laughed, "Mr. Simmons, you might just go mad."
Always withdrawing at critical moments.
Arnold Simmons was helpless, only she dared to tease him like this.
