No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 111 He Is Younger Than You
"Who the hell gave you permission to touch her!"
Hannah was taken aback, watching George River suddenly rush up.
Though she had noticed him standing there earlier, she didn’t expect him to suddenly charge in.
The two men began to grapple. The "senior" from Hannah’s mouth was just a good-natured student who couldn’t handle a fight. He was no match for George River at all. He was merely being beaten up on the ground, desperately using his arms to shield his face.
"George River, what on earth is wrong with you?" Hannah frowned and rushed forward to grab the man’s fist, which was about to swing down again.
With her delicate hands and delicate skin, she effortlessly stopped the man’s almost full-strength move with a light gesture.
When he saw it was Hannah, George River finally reined in his power. But the anger and red rage in his eyes hadn’t completely subsided. He seized Hannah’s wrist in retaliation.
The strength was so strong that it nearly crushed Hannah’s hand bones. He mocked, "Hannah Winter, are you so desperate for money that for a bit of it you’d climb into any man’s bed? What happened, did Arnold Simmons dump you?"
He gripped tightly the collar of the boy on the ground, but his eyes were fixed on Hannah.
He remembered the last time he saw Arnold Simmons in the bar getting close to a woman. Although he didn’t see her face clearly, he assumed their relationship must be complicated. Naturally, he assumed Arnold Simmons had dumped Hannah.
After all, how could a man like Arnold Simmons possibly be genuine with anyone?
Hannah looked at him, a light phrase falling by his ear, "What’s it got to do with you?"
What does it have to do with him?
Why wouldn’t it matter?
George River sneered, looking at the young man lying on the ground in embarrassment. He mocked, "Hannah Winter, you were once my woman. Even if you were to find another man, wouldn’t you pick someone better than this?" 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦
A weakling who’s not as good-looking, not as rich, and can’t even beat him in a fight?
"So what?" Hannah uttered while covering George River’s hand which held her wrist tightly. She stared at him, "Even though he isn’t as extraordinary as you, President River, at least he’s younger than you."
Her smile was charming, and her dress portrayed her elegance.
George River tightened his grip, wishing to glare a hole into Hannah’s face. The rage in his eyes nearly drowned her.
Hannah, though, ignored him, her lips curling into a soft laugh. "George River, do you remember when you said that it was over between us? Now you’re interfering in my affairs. Aren’t you afraid that your Miss Lynch will be angry?"
Mention of Tiffany Lynch certainly caused him to falter, loosening his grip.
But he quickly regained his composure, still holding Hannah tightly, "Hannah Winter, I made a mistake thinking you were different from other women, now ... you’re just like them. "
"Are you trying to say that I’m degraded?" She laughed self-mockingly, "You said that to me the night I begged you not to leave me. After all, in your eyes, only your Miss Lynch is the pure, innocent little white lotus."
She paused for a moment, watching the crimson and madness in his eyes, and slowly pried open George’s hand, "And me, you don’t need to worry about me. Even if I’m soliciting clients openly in the street, it’s none of your business."
She shook off his hand, picked up the guy lying on the ground by herself, and took out a tissue to wipe the blood off his face.
