Chapter 355: Chapter 355: Will Not Repeat Again
Hannah, not at his side, the man had lost his reassuring antidote.
After a glance at George River standing in front of him, Arnold Simmons spoke lightly, "When one lives for a decade or two, there are bound to be some misjudgments, but it doesn’t matter. Once this sickness is cured, it will not reoccur."
George River looked at him with an ugly expression, knowing that Arnold Simmons was insinuating. He sneered and added, "Hannah and I were together for two years."
The man’s hand in his pocket tightened abruptly, his knuckles turned white, but his face remained calm. His tone became heavier, "If you lack a woman, find your own. Don’t keep staring at your little aunt."
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Arnold Simmons got into the car, only he knew the amount of self-control just needed to stop himself from hitting George River.
Watching the other party flaunting in front of him about the past he had with Hannah, a past where he didn’t participate.
Even if he tried hard to ignore it, it had still happened.
Of course, he wouldn’t alienate Hannah because of this. After all, he knew all about her past before they confirmed their relationship.
He just hated himself for not meeting her earlier.
As for the so-called love of George River.
Arnold Simmons sneered and extinguished the burning cigarette in his hand.
He knew her well, how could that selfish and spoiled girl humble herself to love someone. Even he was almost fooled by her in the beginning.
Poor George River was still foolishly immersed in it.
Stupid.
Arnold Simmons coldly ordered, "Drive."
The car started, gradually moving away from the River family’s old house. You could still vaguely see a person standing outside the ancient gate.
Those long-sealed memories were revived once again.
George River leaned tiredly against the back of the chair, pinching his eyebrow center.
Had it not been for Old Sir River’s invitation, he would have almost forgotten the abuse and beatings he had once endured in this old house.
Those unbearable memories.
Thinking about this, a deeper melancholy appeared in the man’s eyes, someplace so dense as if the night that couldn’t be illuminated by the light.
The secretary looked at the man who was resting with his eyes closed in the rear-view mirror, thought about it, and asked, "President Simmons, should we consider the River Clan’s proposal?"
Old Sir River’s invitation this time was for an overseas project.
Despite knowing that this project could make money, a few of the old shareholders in the Simmons Clan still disagreed to fend off Arnold Simmons. Yet, Old Sir River took the timely initiative, saying he could help Arnold Simmons persuade those few old shareholders.
The only condition was that the Simmons Family and River Family would join this project together and take away 40% of the profits.
Quite a cunning old fox indeed.
Arnold Simmons knew this, and of course, he would not agree, "No need."
Secretary: "Then what about the old shareholders who voted against within the company?"
Arnold Simmons was silent for a while, opened his eyes, and then spoke slowly, "People who are ambitious but lack brains can’t cause any big waves."
The secretary did not speak any further.
After a while, a sudden vibration echoed in the quiet car.
The secretary looked nervously at his phone.
The next second, he heard the man’s deep voice from the back seat, "Not home, on the way."
The voice was more than a notch softer.
The secretary knew it must be the call from the beloved young lady of the president.
The call, indeed, was from Hannah who was now backstage with the first group already on. She hid in a corner where no one was around and called Arnold Simmons.
Her fingertips were wrapped around the bow on her skirt, and her voice was as sweet and soft as cotton candy.
