Chapter 898: Chapter 898: Displaced Anger_1
This time he didn’t want to cry, he simply looked at Hannah with a stubborn and eager gaze.
He wasn’t Jimmy Simmons, who could shamelessly call out "little auntie".
For him, some things, once they began, signified that there really was no possibility between him and Hannah anymore.
Fortunately, this time Hannah didn’t dwell on it too much, she just showed a hint of regret, tugging at Arnold Simmons’ sleeve, "I thought I could hear ’little auntie’ one more time, but it seems there’s no hope for that, Arnold, let’s go, I want to see the stars."
By this time, the sky had completely darkened.
As the two of them left, it inevitably cast George River’s solitary silhouette in a desolate and pitiful light.
This was the first time they had witnessed such a sorrowful scene.
A perfectly good ex-girlfriend, how did she end up being called "little auntie"?
But there were also those who couldn’t resist the opportunity to step in, wanting to come forward and offer George River comfort.
The woman, her face painted with heavy makeup, a slightly famous actress lately, had just been speaking jealously of Hannah’s good fortune.
Now her own opportunity had arrived.
She approached George River with the intention of supporting him, "Director River, you’re drunk, let me take you to rest, really, women like Hannah Winter, no matter how good, if she doesn’t like you it’s pointless, she’s the one who’s blind, Director River you’re such a good person... Ah!"
Before she could finish her sentence, the woman was flipped over onto the ground by George River.
Looking down at the woman on the ground, George River’s face was a mix of coldness and disgust, "What are you, to talk about her in front of me."
"Director River, I was just indignant on your behalf, I had no other intentions, really..."
The woman’s tears fell, struggling to approach and cling to George River’s legs.
The next second, her hand painted with red nail polish was ruthlessly stepped on by the man, who ground it back and forth until the woman’s pitiful screams for mercy didn’t make him stop, "To denigrate her in front of me, did you even consider your own status, thinking you could be mentioned in the same breath as her?"
That gaze was too icy, far from the genteel manners of a wealthy young master.
"It’s just that you had a disappointing moment with Arnold, George River, why take it out on someone else?"
Jimmy Simmons walked over with a glass of wine, a picture of elegance and gentility.
But as an old friend who had known him for many years, George River was all too familiar with this facade of Jimmy’s.
The more serious his face appeared, the crazier his heart became.
The woman, who had thought she’d found a savior, looked at Jimmy with hopeful eyes, only to be met with a glass of red wine poured over her from head to toe.
Jimmy smiled gently, but his eyes looked at her as if she were trash, more than disgust, there was an underlying violence, "Truly disgusting, did you actually imagine you could compare to my ’little auntie’?"
The cold wine glass against her cheek felt like the edge of a blade, ready to slice open a deep, bone-visible wound at any moment.
It was then that the woman was thoroughly panicked.
George River, however, remained composed, having grown accustomed to such scenes a long time ago.
Time and again, it was with such a smiling demeanor that Jimmy would torment people to death.
The woman was petrified, her glance filled with fear at Jimmy, not daring to linger a moment longer; she ran away, scrambling and tumbling.
Just when they thought George River was mad enough, along came someone even madder, an outright psychopath!
Watching the woman’s poor retreat, Jimmy shook his head, "Truly boring."
George River reached up to adjust his tie, his temples throbbing with pain, but the look he gave Jimmy was very cold.
