Chapter 506: Chapter 506: Do You Think I’m Fooling You?
But he could not tolerate Hannah Winter staying by Arnold Simmons’ side.
No... by anyone’s side.
Even if he himself didn’t want her, he wouldn’t let anyone else lay a finger on her.
After waiting for a long time without seeing Hannah breaking down in tears, George River couldn’t help but look over. However, the girl still acted as if nothing had happened calmly using her steak knife to cut a piece of beef on her plate.
Realizing his gaze, Hannah looked up, the sauce on her steak knife dyed red as blood.
She gave a light chuckle, "Mr.River, isn’t it rather bad to curse your uncle?"
George’s face turned pale, "You think I’m lying to you?"
Hannah casually averted her gaze, "What else could it be?"
She knew well whether the man she saved was dead or alive.
Frustrated, George’s eyes turned blood red, enraged by Hannah’s indifferent attitude.
She didn’t believe a word he said.
Was Arnold Simmons so good that she placed all her trust in him?
He clenched his fist and forced out these words with all his strength, "Hannah Winter, last night, the plane Arnold Simmons was on had an accident. The entire Simmons Family has heard about it, and the Simmons Clan is now in chaos."
He wanted to tell Hannah that she was now helpless.
Except for him!
Hannah still remained calm, without a trace of panic, she looked teasingly at the man opposite boiling with rage, "From what you’re saying, are you planning to compete for your uncle’s affection?"
George assumed that Hannah was just bluffing, "Hannah Winter, Arnold Simmons is no longer dependable. If the people from the Simmons Clan seek retribution afterwards, you might also be implicated. Granted you have just debuted and have a lot of fans now who love you, but how long do you think their love for you will last? Who else could help you?"
Hannah sighed, "Yeah, nobody can love you forever. According to your words, you want me to rely on you?"
"Why not?"
George responded, looking directly into Hannah’s dark eyes.
"Mr.River, you’re hilarious." Hannah said lightly, "When your first love left you, you were so infatuated to the point where you found a stand-in to fill the void in your heart. Now that your first love has returned, Mr. River, why do you want to keep me?"
She hit the nail on the head by mentioning the truth that the man didn’t dare to face.
At first, he took care of her because Hannah’s face resembled Tiffany Lynch, but now that the real person had returned, what was the purpose of keeping the replacement?
George didn’t respond for a long time.
Hannah continued saying: " George, you really are scum."
She stood up and walked to the door, then turned back to him, "See, this is the difference between you and Arnold, be honest. There’s no need to pretend to be confused when you’re fully aware of your actions, right?"
Clear-minded yet draped with a façade of devoted love behind his promiscuity.
She held such people in contempt.
They were no different from men who excuse their infidelity as ’an error all men tend to make’.
Shifting all the blame onto women.
In reality, such people are fundamentally reprehensible, once marked with the taint of lowness, it’s incurable.
Her hand rested on the doorknob but before she could pull it, a hot body pressed up against her from behind, his towering shadow engulfing her completely.
He seized her wrist tightly, showing no sign of loosening his grip. His voice was bone-chillingly cold, "Hannah, Arnold Simmons is dead."
