Chapter 788: Chapter 788: Photograph
Of course, there are also many sensible bystanders and Hannah’s fans persistently supporting her at the frontlines.
After all, these are just concoctions made up by certain marketing accounts. It’s often said that a picture is worth a thousand words, but these accounts don’t even have a single picture to spin their tales from and yet weave them with more fervor than anyone else.
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The acquisition of the Simmons Clan is imminent, and Arnold Simmons has been busy this whole time.
He can’t reveal himself, and many things have to be delegated to the people around him, but even so, he still makes time every night to video chat with Hannah.
To say he doesn’t miss her would be a lie.
Men can also be jealous and possessive, especially when it comes to someone they love.
Those men who claim they don’t mind, either they don’t love enough, or they are more ruthless in private.
Arnold Simmons falls into the latter category.
"Three men." Hearing his secretary’s report, Arnold Simmons’ lips curled upwards.
He was smiling, but his eyes were particularly dark, like a storm brewing.
His inherent bloodlust and obsession were displayed to the full at this moment.
The secretary, standing to one side, wished he could bury his head in the ground, but his professional integrity made him hold on to his sanity and not run away. His voice wavered with trepidation, "President Simmons, this is the information you requested. According to our investigation, Louis Snyder and Miss Winter had an... intimate relationship for two years."
The secretary weighed his words and finally swallowed the phrase "live-in relationship."
Actually, it wasn’t exactly living together. But during the investigation, indeed Hannah, and Louis Snyder were in frequent contact, and Hannah indeed had harbored Louis Snyder for some time.
All of these details are clearly recorded in the dossier, complete with pictures.
These were taken accidentally by a paparazzo at that time.
But back then, Louis Snyder was a nobody, and although Hannah had signed with Prideful Entertainment, she hadn’t made much of a splash, so the paparazzo didn’t think much of it.
He kept the photos, thinking that maybe one day, if either person became famous, these photos could be a windfall.
It wasn’t exactly a gamble, just a wait and see approach for a potential return.
Who would have thought that the paparazzo would hit the jackpot. The protagonists in the photos did indeed become famous recently, and not just one, but both of them.
But when the paparazzo remembered and wanted to cash in on these photos, Arnold Simmons’ people got there first and bought them out.
The room’s light was not overly bright, but the glow that fell onto the dark wooden floor gave an inexplicable sense of oppression.
The man in the white shirt, the top two buttons undone, lent his handsome and profound face an additional touch of lethargic casualness, a smile lingered at the corners of his mouth, but the look in his eyes was icy cold.
He quietly looked at the photos in his hand.
In the photos, the girl was slender and vulnerable, like a daffodil grown in the corner of a garden, harmless temperament, shy smiles, but her gaze constantly fell on the boy standing next to her, filled with adoration and dependence.
The boy was also looking at her, lips sealed, his smile pure and innocent, but there was a stronger sense of annoyance and perfunctoriness in his eyes.
A pitiful one-way love.
It was the same person, yet not quite the same.
His girl was spoiled and naughty, confident and outgoing, loved to act coquettishly towards him, like a cat that did as she pleased.
But unfortunately, the two shared the same face.
Just like when they first met, the glow hiding within the girl’s lowered gaze, even if only for an instant.
He was attracted to her.
