Chapter 939: Chapter 939: Losing One’s Mind_1
But no matter what, he just couldn’t approach Hannah as carelessly as Hayes Edwards, that fool.
Whether it was the man by Hannah’s side or her admirers,
their social status was far above his own.
He was not content, but what could that discontent do? Hannah was right; he couldn’t abandon everything, nor could he confess his love in front of the public without any care like Jackie Qualls.
His fans wouldn’t allow it, and neither would the company.
He had never feared losing everything; he just feared that after losing it all, Hannah still wouldn’t be willing to look back at him even once.
By then, he truly would have no capital to compete with anyone.
Regardless, he would never give up; he just needed time, just a little time and a turning point.
*
Come late night, the height of revelry during a drinking party.
The thick scent of alcohol almost filled every space within the private room, while the multicolored lights and the fading singing voices continuously stimulated the senses, dragging people down into debauchery.
George River didn’t drink; just sniffing these scents made his head heavy.
The time away from the River Clan hadn’t been good for him. Even though people still dreaded his status as the River Clan’s sole heir, there was mostly mockery mixed within that dread.
The once constant flattery was gone, replaced by cold ridicule.
He had never imagined losing those privileges he was born with, except for a memory where someone once stood before him, telling him resolutely.
She said, "George River, I don’t love your money. Even if you had nothing, I would still love you. I could go out and work, take acting roles, or take any job. I can always support myself and take care of you."
The girl, timid and blushing, with downturned brows and eyes, probably thought the man before her really liked her since he treated her so well, and that he would marry her.
Only her status was low, and that path was probably not easy.
What was his expression at the time?
Indifferent, mocking, or disdainful?
Probably more amused, wondering why he would become penniless?
For her sake?
To abandon his position as the River Clan heir for a stand-in lover, forsaking his true love, how could that be possible?
If that day ever came, it would surely mean he had gone mad.
The phone screen lit up, and looking at the latest message he had received, George River clenched the glass in his hand and then carelessly threw it onto the table.
The not-so-light sound drew everyone’s attention.
But no one bothered to pry.
George River took his coat and walked out; he thought he must indeed be crazy.
Otherwise, how could he possibly keep hitting the same wall with the same woman over and over again, yet still be unwilling to turn back?
He just wanted to see her.
He couldn’t control the urge.
At one in the morning, the entire city seemed to have entered into a deep sleep, the roads becoming completely calm, with only the occasional passing car stirring up clouds of fallen leaves and dust.
Downstairs at the hotel.
George River sat in the car, looking up at the pitch-black floors, a lit cigarette in his hand.
He never used to smoke, because Tiffany Lynch didn’t like it.
But now he had nothing to care for, since the moment he entered into collaboration with Jimmy Simmons, he had only one thought in his mind.
To take back what was once his.
Half an hour later, the phone rang.
Hannah, who had just closed her novel and was preparing to sleep, felt completely drowsy and answered the call without even opening her eyes.
