No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 150: More in Need
The woman in front of her blocked all the man’s view from behind. Hannah no longer held back, stood upright. Their heights matched, and Hannah looked directly into her eyes.
A hint of malice leaked out from her eyes.
"We will cooperate." She lightly opened her red lips, her voice as soft as ever.
Tiffany Lynch laughed lightly, full of disdain in her eyes. She leaned close to the girl in front of her, whispering, "Miss Winter and I have some similarities, but what’s fake will always be fake. What’s not yours, you can’t hope to have. Don’t you agree?"
After she finished, she silently watched the girl in front of her, trying to see panic or subservience on her face.
Unfortunately, there was none.
Hannah just kept laughing at her, a lazy smile that seemed indifferent, like a bystander watching a catfight, with a trace of ridicule at the corner of her mouth.
She watched as the two stood intimately together, ignoring her as they walked past her.
The next second, her delicate voice suddenly rang out, "Miss Lynch."
Tiffany Lynch turned to look over, only to see Hannah looking at her with a smile. She said, "I remember what you said just now. I hope you’ll keep it in mind as well, perhaps one day, you’ll need these words more than I do."
George River was puzzled about the meaning of Hannah’s words, while Tiffany Lynch on the side frowned, but quickly relaxed.
Her posture was still arrogant.
She never put a substitute in her eyes.
As for those who could climb up to wealth by taking advantage of her good fortune, what was there to care about?
In the last second, Hannah gently raised her eyes to look at the silent George River. Her smile deepened, and her red lips seemed to be imbued with a hint of charm.
George River’s expression froze, and his hand gradually tightened in his pocket.
Was Hannah Winter... trying to seduce him?
Coming back to his senses, he saw the girl’s figure gradually moving away.
Was it an illusion?
George River pinched his brow in fatigue, while Tiffany Lynch on the side quickly expressed concern, "George, are you feeling unwell?"
He shook his head, comforting the person beside him, "Let’s go in first, the concert is about to start."
*
Hannah was arranged by Roy Yarn to sit in the first row, the closest position to the stage, not everyone was treated with such respect.
George River was sitting with Tiffany Lynch in the second row.
There was a distance between them.
The stage was filled with pleasant music. A young man in a pure white suit bowed his head, focusing on playing the violin in his hands. He squinted his eyes, every action was utmost elegance.
The music was like a spring stream flowing down between the mountains, carrying a cool temperature, lightly splashing on the surface of the water. The small water droplets fell on the delicate petals, making a turn that soaked up the fragrance of the flowers and it was filled with the vibrant color of the flowers.
The well-behaved young man on the stage seemed to have completely shed his initial introvert shyness, as if born to be the center of attention. Standing there he was the brightest star, his charm radiating every moment.
At the end of the song, he gently bowed to the audience.
When he raised his head, he saw the girl sitting in the first row. It wasn’t where the spotlight fell, but the young man’s eyes only saw that color. He looked at her smile, and the silent shape of her mouth.
She said, "Great."
These two simple words filled Roy Yarn, who had already received countless honors and praises, with joy.
