Chapter 820: Chapter 820 Bai Worried_1
And then he said, "I am not only cute, but also beautiful, I am lovely."
She raised her eyebrows, her eyes curved into a smile, her red lips like fire, and even her spoiled words did not seem annoying.
Arnold looked down, kissed her between the brows, then on the tip of her nose, and finally on those tempting red lips, "Hmm, you are right."
It wasn’t until the petite person in his arms had flushed cheeks that Arnold finally let her go.
His voice, slightly hoarse, gently reached Hannah’s ear.
Hannah was startled at first, it wasn’t until the mist before her eyes cleared that she came back to her senses and realized that Arnold was talking to her about business matters.
It wasn’t about the Simmons Family company, it was about his own company.
From the very beginning, Arnold’s true goal was not to gain control of the Simmons Clan.
That philanderer Old Sir Simmons never trusted this cheap illegitimate son of his, even when Arnold was powerless under Jimmy’s oppression.
To avoid gossip, Old Sir Simmons only made some surface concessions.
Five percent of the shares were enough to restrain Arnold for a lifetime.
Unfortunately, no one in the Simmons Family inherited Old Sir Simmons’s business acumen from his youth.
That five percent of shares not only constrained Arnold but also brought him convenience.
When Old Sir Simmons was seriously ill, Arnold, with the first money he had earned, had already started planning to establish his own company, even though the Simmons Family still wielded some influence at the time.
Arnold had no choice but to set up his company overseas.
By the time he formally accepted the Simmons Family, he already had his own business empire.
"Whether it’s the River Family or Jimmy, what they fight over in the end is nothing more than an empty shell," he said.
The man tenderly stroked the girl’s soft hair in his arms while his words carried a chill that seemed to penetrate, like the air crystallized in winter, each breath torn with pain.
This man was truly fearsome, a master strategist handling people’s hearts, always standing high above, watching the masses struggle in vain, and in the end, they were merely pawns in his hands.
He lowered his head, his deep gaze fixed on her.
He thought she would be scared, but she wasn’t. Those pure eyes still twinkled with mirth, even with a hint of surprise.
Hannah straightened up and clung to his neck, seemingly finally relaxing, she breathed out, "It seems I worried for nothing before. So you’re not a down-and-out president, huh? I’ve been concerned that... "
His tall figure enveloped her completely, his hands gentle, caressing again and again. His voice slowed, "Worried about what?"
Like a beast hunting in the night, finding its prey, its steps slowed, its voice softened, its gaze steady.
Yet Hannah seemed utterly unaware, earnestly saying, "I was concerned that you might have run out of money and were too proud to tell me, just pretending."
After all, it would be a huge mental blow for a president who used to be high and mighty to suddenly go bankrupt. It’s quite normal not to tell your girlfriend for the sake of pride.
There was a moment of silence in the air.
The sparrows chirped incessantly outside the window, the wind blew, the leaves rustled, and a light rain started, dampening the ground.
Arnold flicked his finger lightly on Hannah’s head, chuckling, "Why would you think that?"
Hannah, shielding her forehead, moved away from him, but was quickly pulled back into his embrace.
She straightened herself, her forehead accidently knocking against the man’s chin.
