No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 148: This Isn’t Good
On the other hand, Roy Yarn dressed in a pure white suit, looking clean and innocent like a little prince unaware of worldly affairs. He appeared strangely suitable for this occasion, yet lacking a certain charm upon closer examination.
Regardless, they were all handsome men and beautiful women.
Hannah listened to people’s banter with an ever-ready smile, not showing a hint of displeasure, her face a bloom of charming allure.
Roy Yarn blushed sheepishly after one glance, seeming angry, frowning at his friends, "Don’t speak nonsense, it’s only my second meeting with Miss Winter, it’s not respectful to speak this way... it’s not good for the ladies."
Despite his shyness, he was utterly serious, always treating the women around him with utmost respect, believing it wrong to joke about them.
His close friends, familiar with his displeasure, rushed to apologize to Hannah and him.
Hannah tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, lips curving into a warm smile, her voice gentle, "It’s okay."
Only when others had dispersed did Roy Yarn approach Hannah, lowered his gaze even though he was taller, his voice pleasing yet tinged with apology, "Don’t take their words to heart."
He finished speaking and bit his lip, a mix of unease stirring within.
Hannah just stood before him, lowering her gaze to look at his hands hanging by his side.
Exceptionally beautiful, like the most perfect work of art. His fingers were long, pale and clean; except for thin calluses in a few places, probably from years of practicing music.
She had an irresistible urge to touch anything beautiful she saw.
She almost reached out to touch before she remembered.
Those weren’t Arnold Simmons’ hands. If they were, she could playfully touch them.
She let out a barely audible sigh, looked up at the boy’s immature face, and laughed lightly, "You say you’re not a child, but you’re adorably foolish."
At her words, Roy Yarn’s face turned even redder, trying to argue back but halted by her twinkling eyes.
After quite a while he managed to mumble, "I am a year older than you."
Hannah didn’t say anything more, but looked at the obedient boy in front of her and smiled.
Muttering a silent curse to himself, Roy Yarn led Hannah to the VIP seats outside.
Although this was just a charity concert organized by music academy students, the event drew quite a crowd because the organizer was the favorite young son of the Yarn family. Many from wealthy families - either close acquaintances or those looking for mutual benefits - had turned up.
Roy Yarn was called to help halfway through, there were still some areas of the venue that needed to be set up. He left with an apologetic face, only after Hannah comforted him did he grit his teeth and leave with the others.
Hannah walked forward a few steps by herself until she spotted two figures walking side by side not far away, a playful glint in her eyes.
Rather than avoiding, she went up to meet them.
After all, this encounter was precisely why she had come today.
Although the relationship between the River and Yarn families wasn’t exactly close, they were both old aristocratic families with tangled histories. Though they hadn’t interacted much in recent years, courtesy to the Yarn family was still necessary.
If George River was here, then the only possible woman accompanying him would be Tiffany Lynch.
As the three met, the atmosphere began to thicken with tension.
Upon seeing Hannah who was immaculately dressed, a look of astonishment tinged with threat inevitably crossed Tiffany Lynch’s face.
