Chapter 364: Chapter 364: How Wonderful I Am
Her strong reaction almost caused her to scream out, drawing dangerous attention towards herself.
Realizing this late, Hannah quickly clung to the man’s neck, trying to pacify him sweetly, "Actually I would rather perform just for Mr. Simmons, regardless of singing or dancing, as long as you wish I will do it."
Her soft and gentle voice was enough to melt the hardest of hearts.
His fingers, lightly calloused, gently teased her chin upward, "This mouth of yours, always knows how to comfort people."
Hannah was still brightly smiling, "Mr. Simmons, don’t you like it?"
The man’s eyes were as black and deep as the ocean.
His burning breath wafted across her face, making the air around them feel heated. The passionate warmth caused him to lower his head, his nose touching hers, the distance between them closing, "I like more than just that, I like everything about you."
The words that fell into her ears also carried a touch of seductive heat.
Hannah let out a soft, coy laugh and buried herself into the man’s arms, unusually shy.
The man seemed to be in a good mood, patiently caressing the girl’s soft black hair, over and over, his eyes fixated on the distant waves crashing against the shore.
The night was lonely, yet the sea breeze was gentle.
Hannah raised her head from the man’s chest to look at his stunningly handsome face, which under the shadow of the night seemed a bit bewitchingly charming. Such a deceitfully attractive face.
If it weren’t for Arnold Simmons’ ruthless methods, such a beautiful exterior would surely have attracted numerous covetous eyes.
Hannah recalled a playful remark she had made about Arnold.
With such a face, wealthy women would be lining up to be with him, only God knows if his body could sustain it.
Hannah’s gaze lowered, gradually becoming brazen.
The next moment, a deep voice came from above her head, a bit cold, "What are you looking at?"
Busted.
Without showing any change in expression, Hannah’s eyes sparkled, radiating charm. Her voice was soft and sweet, "Mr. Simmons, when I make money in the future, I will financially support you."
Arnold stared at her, "And how do you plan on making that money to support me?"
"To financially support!" Hannah slapped the man’s chest lightly, emphasizing, "Once I make my debut, there will be lots of people who want me in their movies. Don’t worry, I’ll be a dedicated actress and will definitely make a lot of money."
Arnold responded with a light laugh, caressing the girl’s tender cheek, his lips curving into a smile, "You plan on using other people’s money to support me?"
"To financially support!" The subtle difference in wording mattered a lot to Hannah, "Why is it someone else’s money again? It’s all money that I have earned."
Arnold looked at her, his eyes especially deep, his tone neutral, "How much money can you earn?"
Hannah was stumped by the question, she pouted her lips, her cheeks puffing up. She opened her mouth slightly and after a while, she spoke with firm determination, "I can earn a lot."
Arnold chuckled lightly, "As much as me?"
Hannah was taken aback.
She stared intently at the amusement in the man’s eyes.
It seemed like he was mocking her for overestimating herself.
As the head of the Simmons Family, Arnold had exponentially increased his net worth in the short period since taking over the Simmons Group. The value of his personal assets and the Simmons Group was incalculable.
Therefore, surpassing Arnold financially was quite impossible.
The young girl finally seemed to realize this, perhaps because her ambition to financially support him had been dashed. She just stared blankly at the man.
Arnold found this funny. Just as he was about to speak, he saw the girl’s eyes become teary.
She cried at the drop of a hat, just like a water baby.
He sighed inwardly, but his arms swung into action without any hesitation, pulling her into his arms, "Why are you crying for nothing?"
