Chapter 864: Chapter 864: Taking Action_1
She tiptoed slightly forward, revealing the luminous white of her instep. Her skirt swayed gently, that flash of pearly skin appearing and disappearing, stirring ripples in one’s heart.
Her gaze held a faint smile as she walked over and sat down on the sofa, neither shocked by Jackie Qualls’s sudden appearance nor concerned about the punch George River had taken, like an outsider to the scene.
George River sat on the ground, watching the back-and-forth between the two, his understanding clear.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked down with a sneer, and laughed mockingly, "If I’m not mistaken, Best Actor Qualls should have been Tiffany’s loyal knight for several years now, haven’t you? So, Sir Knight, do you still have the inclination to meddle in matters between Hannah and me?"
Jackie Qualls turned his gaze back to the man on the ground.
The two men knew each other, but had never formally met; their only connection was that they had both once admired Tiffany Lynch—but now, in a dramatic twist, they were physically fighting over another woman, fueled by jealousy.
In the past, men of such superior looks and status would have scoffed at such a situation, even when it involved Tiffany Lynch, they had never been so competitive.
The idea of coming to blows over a woman was utterly laughable.
But now they both understood—it wasn’t impossible, just that they hadn’t met her. A woman like Hannah, one might not come across in a thousand years. A fairy out of a storybook couldn’t bewitch hearts the way she could—they had all fallen for her.
Compared to George River, Jackie had the slight fortune of coming to his senses earlier; at least he hadn’t done anything to wrong Hannah in this life, a pity that she still didn’t love him.
The unease in his heart now turned into fury and mockery upon encountering George River, but his face still maintained its gentle and refined composure, speaking with courteous modesty, "Naturally, I can’t compare to Director River. Even if my admiration for Hannah is sincere, I couldn’t bring myself to do something as forceful and coercive as you."
He smiled gently, yet the corners of his mouth were cold.
George River stood up from the ground, loosened his tie, blew on his pale knuckles, and, with a fierce, bloodshot look in his eyes, lashed out with a punch, "As if you’re even worthy of competing with me!"
They threw punches at each other, blow for blow, evenly matched, with no technique—just raw brute force.
Determined to cause real harm, at that moment, they truly wanted the other dead.
Hannah sat to the side, her long, straight legs crossed, watching the scene unfold with interest, a smile playing on her lips. Both men, in unspoken agreement, stayed well away from where she sat.
Jinlian couldn’t help but pop her head out, "Master, aren’t you afraid they might get hurt?"
Hannah didn’t seem concerned, laughing, "What harm could come of it? At worst, they get some bruises; it’s not like someone will actually die, right?"
Jinlian thought about it and it seemed to make sense—the faces of both men were marred, and if not for their looks, they could easily be mistaken for thugs brawling in the streets.
This was the first time it had seen two men fight over jealousy, and the sight was a bit frightening. It couldn’t help but ask, "Master, is this what they call ’a knight enraged for his lady’s honor’?"
Hannah looked down at it and smiled, "Where did you learn that phrase?"
Jinlian giggled, "From reading books."
After it finished laughing, another thought came to mind, "Master, the degree to which the plot has deviated has increased a lot. Shouldn’t we be able to go back soon?"
Hannah nodded, not spelling it out but simply saying, "Perhaps."
