No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 132: Really Possible
The meeting ended.
The Simmons Group’s current shareholders have essentially split into two factions: one is the old shareholders who claim to support Jimmy Simmons, but are actually looking out for their own interests. The other faction is neutral, their pursuit being whoever can maximize their own benefits, indifferent to who holds power.
For now, the neutral faction holds more shares far exceeding that of Jimmy Simmons’. This situation will not change until Jimmy returns.
As the shareholders gradually dispersed, a good friend of Old Sir Simmons suddenly approached Arnold Simmons, his words laden with implications, "Nephew Simmons, you have been instrumental in the success of the group thus far. But I hope you remember your place."
He was obliquely referring to Arnold’s illegitimate status, often a tool for others’ insults.
However, Arnold remained unmoved by his remark, casually replying, "I am, of course, part of the Simmons family, I will not forget that."
With that, he left the meeting room without a backward glance, leaving his secretary to rush after him.
The secretary placed the documents from the meeting on Arnold’s desk and hurried out.
A click sounded.
The office door closed, leaving Arnold alone.
He sat casually, his suit jacket slung aside, top buttons of his shirt undone revealing a hint of chiseled collarbone. His eyes were closed, exuding an air of noble elegance mixed with an intimidating aura.
After a while, he opened his eyes, his gaze settling on the cellphone beside him, his expression heavy.
She hadn’t contacted him for several days since he upset her the last time.
It seemed like she was still holding a grudge.
He found it both amusing and slightly infuriating.
If it were anyone else, they wouldn’t dare to be petulant with him.
But it’s only been a few days, and she is already trying to get him to coax her just because he softened his attitude a little towards her.
Is that possible?
Half an hour later, while sitting in his office, Arnold put down the pen in his hand and idly tossed it aside, leaning back in his chair, he shielded the light from his eyes with his hand.
He considered.
Maybe it is possible.
Hannah was in the dorms when Arnold called her.
She, casually dressed and petite, was squatting in the corner of the balcony holding a palm-sized flower pot, long eyelashes casting a shadow on her face, thin lips gently pursed, gazing quietly at the cactus in her hand.
It took a while, so long that Jenny King and the others were itching to escape, before they heard the girl speak in a chilling tone, "My cactus is dead."
Her voice was exceedingly cold, so much so that it was completely at odds with her cute and delicate face, especially when she raised her eyes, even in a low posture, there was a swan-like pride in her eyes, an aloofness that was intimidating.
Jenny gulped, her voice shaking, "I...I didn’t mean to."
She initially wanted to say, "Isn’t it just a cactus? I can replace it for you." But she lost her nerve as she locked eyes with her calm, quiet stare.
She had merely been curious about who had a cactus on the balcony, it seemed fun, so she had picked it up, only to accidentally...
Actually, the cactus wasn’t dead, but the pot had been shattered, and the cactus was less prickly and not as good looking as before. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦
Hannah didn’t say anything, just stayed silent, staring at Jenny without any expression on her face.
Although there was no sign of anger, it was inexplicably frightening.
