Chapter 588: Chapter 588: A Thousand Times More Beautiful than You
Having said that, he himself found it ridiculous.
How could a dead man lend a hand?
Not to mention the turmoil within the Simmons Family now, even without it, Simmons Family members hated Arnold Simmons to their bones, making it even less likely for them to help Hannah.
Hannah seemed to think carefully about what George River said, then suddenly lowered her voice mysteriously, "George, not to keep it a secret from you, but I always feel like someone’s been following me lately?"
George asked subconsciously, "Who?"
Under the light, the girl’s brows curved lightly, her jet-black long hair, porcelain-white skin, and bright red lips, combined, sketched a portrait of a beauty carefully drawn by the heavens. When she smiled, the world paled in comparison.
Her lips parted lightly, voicing two words softly, "Arnold Simmons."
Her words were filled with a girl’s secret excitement and joyful romance, as if she were waiting for her beloved’s return, but strangely eerie at the same time.
As her voice faded, a cold wind blew, scattering loose hairs on the man’s forehead.
His hand tightened unconsciously, the knuckles turning white from the added pressure, "Hannah Winter, I think not only do you have a problem with your eyes, your mind also has an issue."
After he finished speaking, the girl’s face suddenly turned serious, her brows tightly knitted, "George, how can you talk to people like that? What I said is the truth. Mr. Simmons of my family simply can’t bear to part with me, is there anything wrong with him being by my side? Are you questioning the depth of our feelings?"
George tugged at the corner of his mouth, feeling suffocated. His words were cold, "There was nothing really between the two of you."
Hannah stood up, "What you’re saying is wrong. Are you suggesting that I’m with Arnold for his money?"
George asked without thinking, "Isn’t that the case?"
As he finished, he began to regret his words.
It was these words that had hurt Hannah so much in the past. He had always felt her intentions were ulterior. But saying it now filled him with guilt.
He opened his mouth to apologize but couldn’t bring himself to do it.
In fact, he’d rather Hannah be with Arnold for his money. That would be better than letting her believe there was real emotion between them.
It was just money, he could give that as well.
George seemed to suddenly realize.
"You’re wrong." Hannah suddenly interjected, interrupting George’s self-righteous guess, "Although your Uncle Simmons is indeed wealthy, you can’t overlook his face that’s a thousand times more handsome than yours. I’ve always thought that there would be no one in this world who could match my perfect little face. But after meeting your Uncle Simmons, although he’s not particularly handsome, he suits me. He’s certainly a lot better than you."
After saying that, Hannah looked George up and down.
That kind of gaze suddenly made George feel rejected.
A thousand times worse than Arnold Simmons?
Because of looks?
George’s face was about to turn green with rage.
He came from a good background, and he grew up amidst praise. Although he didn’t care much about his looks, he knew he wasn’t bad-looking. He was the type that many girls would have a crush on at first sight.
But it was the first time someone compared him, and he was a thousand times worse.
The person he was compared to was no other than Arnold Simmons, whom he despised the most.
But his words sounded strangely familiar.
Hannah bent over and picked up the cardboard box from the chair, then gave some heartfelt advice, "George, even though you’re a few years younger than your Uncle Simmons, you should know that there are no ugly men in this world, only lazy ones. You..."
