No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 157: Meddling in Other People’s Business
Bowing her head, she didn’t realize when someone had stepped in front of her, casting an ominous shadow.
Hannah pretended not to notice. She was still bent over, lightly massaging her own ankle. Her long, curled hair hung from her shoulder, clinging against her delicate, white skin. The stark contrast of black and white made her look even more seductively alluring.
Ultimately, it was George River who lost his patience and spoke first, "Roy Yarn is not suitable for you if you’re looking for a sugar daddy."
Without lifting her head, Hannah responded flatly, "Director River, you’re sticking your nose in my business again."
"I’m just advising you." George paused for a second, and then continued: "The Yarn Family treasures their youngest son. If they discover that you have designs on him, they will not let you get away with it. This is tantamount to playing with fire."
The man stood there, his usually cold eyes softened slightly, his tone losing its usual iciness. Yet, his eyes concealed anger, the reason for which he himself couldn’t fathom.
Was it because Hannah was now intending to attach herself to another man?
Hannah straightened up and looked at the man in front of her. She let out a sigh, "Director River, look at you. You were the one who dumped me. You dismissed me with two hundred thousand and now you stand before me preaching. You’re a businessman; you should know better than anyone else that there’s no such thing as a free lunch in this world, especially for people like us."
She paused, her tone dropping into desolation, "I’m not your Miss Lynch. I’m not as lucky to have someone willingly pave my way. In the end, all I can depend on is myself. Opportunities only come once. If I don’t seize it, I may remain stagnant for the rest of my life. When I think about it, it’s rather unbearable."
She sighed lightly, her long eyelashes lowering until you couldn’t see her eyes anymore. But her lips held a faint smile of self-mockery.
George forced himself not to look at her, his tone somewhat rigid, "The Yarn Family protects Roy Yarn very well. Even if you succeed in the end, all he will be able to offer as a star pupil who only knows how to play the piano are love letters and gifts. He won’t be able to give you what you really want."
The patriarch of the Yarn Family had this precious grandson when he turned 70, virtually treating him like a prized possession. Unlike other rich second-generations who are experienced in all sorts of schemes and games, Roy Yarn is as innocent as a child. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢
Even if he were to express his love, he might only resort to clumsily written love letters and sentiments. How would he understand the complexities within Hannah’s heart? Furthermore, the Yarn Family has very limited involvement in the entertainment industry – they certainly wouldn’t be able to help Hannah.
George intended to persuade Hannah to give up and avoid being targeted for retaliation by the Yarn Family. However, at his words, she only laughed lightly and lazily lifted her eyes to look at the man in front of her. "Director River, what’s wrong with love letters? The love of a young man is always purer. It’s far better than spending two years with you without receiving a single kind word."
She spoke nonchalantly, but George could discern the desolation and self-destruction in her tone, causing a stir in his heart.
George fell silent, looking at her, "I gave you five hundred thousand."
This was the root of their initial controversy.
Five hundred thousand bought a girl’s most beautiful two years of youth and sincerity. Two years later, her innocence is gone, and her sincerity marked and trampled, covered in filth.
Hannah lowered her eyes, her voice trembling slightly as she murmured as though to herself, "Five hundred thousand..."
If George had given Hannah a little more attention in the beginning, even just a little, he would have discovered that the money, the check he gave her, was never cashed by Hannah.
