Chapter 753: Chapter 753: One Person’s
It was even ridiculed as being worse than a kindergarten recital.
Halfway through, Hannah turned her head as if something caught her attention.
The party continued as usual, with a piano tune echoing; it was the most bustling time.
She diverted her gaze, turned off her cell phone and got up to leave.
*
The evening breeze was gently cool. The door to the rooftop was ajar, and intermittent voices of conversation could be heard from inside.
"The Simmons Clan is already at its weakest. If it wasn’t for the unexpected interference, it would have been ours long ago."
"Have the identity of the person been found out?"
"No, we’ve done our best. The person’s actions are strange, it doesn’t seem like the methods of the noble families. But recently, most of the projects in Simmons Clan’s hands have been problematic, and they’re already financially strapped. We only need to..."
George River’s brows furrowed, looking at the middle-aged man in front of him with a cold gaze, "It better be."
The middle-aged man nodded, "Of course, Director River, rest assured, the Simmons Clan will soon be yours."
George River chuckled, looking at the towering building in the distance.
Not just the Simmons Clan, everything Arnold Simmons took from me, I will get it back.
After a while, the conversation resumed, the voices growing louder as they approached.
Hannah reacted and turned to leave, but in the corner of her eye a figure appeared, and the next second she was pulled into the embrace of someone warm.
The sharp smell of tobacco made Hannah frowned involuntarily, but she stayed put.
The door to the rooftop opened and closed again, and neither of them noticed anything unusual.
Only when the footsteps faded did Hannah struggle out of the embrace.
In the dim light, she could just barely make out the handsome face of the man. His eyes especially deep, like a calm sea under the night sky with turbulent tides beneath the surface.
Hannah leaned in and sniffed his clothes, feeling a bit unhappy, "You smell strongly of smoke."
The man said nothing, just raised his hand and swept it gently over her head, her soft black hair, her reddened ears, finally landing on her cold diamond earring.
He played with it gently.
Then he responded softly, "Mm."
She frowned, wrapped her arms around his waist, and leaned her head against his chest, her voice sounding slightly muffled, "You know, I don’t like it."
Arnold Simmons lifted his hand and gently pinched her cheek. His palm was still slightly cold. His voice was deep, "It won’t happen again."
Hannah seemed satisfied, rubbing her head against his chest, leaving lipstick marks on his white shirt on purpose.
Arnold Simmons just let her carry on, not bothering to stop her.
Remembering something, Hannah looked up at him, amused, "So, were you the one peeking at me just now?"
Arnold Simmons was silent for a moment, but chose not to say a word.
Hannah sighed, "You must have been jealous, saw me with George River?"
Arnold Simmons lowered his gaze, and in his eyes was reflected the delicate complexion of the young girl, bright and lively, sparkling like a star.
A star that belonged only to him.
He responded softly, then he kissed her forehead gently, "Mm, I saw."
Hannah glanced at him, "Then you must have seen me splashing two bottles of red wine at him."
She held out her hand, making up the number two with her fingers, her eyes sparkled, trying to reassure him. She never thought that Arnold Simmons, of all people, would feel insecure.
Arnold Simmons captured Hannah’s extended hand in his palms, drawing her into his arms.
