No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1728: Arnold Simmons Side Story (94)

"I am your father, and I can’t even control you anymore!"

Facing Old Sir Simmons, Arnold Simmons stood like a Poplar sapling on parched soil, erect and unyielding, forever unbent.

Yet this very disposition was what Old Sir Simmons hated the most.

Unlike a member of the Simmons Family, yet the most like one.

"If you have nothing else, I’ll be going back first," Arnold’s demeanor was neither servile nor overbearing, his eyes and brows mostly indifferent.

As if he didn’t care about anything at all.

Old Sir Simmons, infuriated, slammed the desk, a few drops of hot tea splashed out, wetting the fine rice paper on the table, "Is this the way you talk to your own father!"

He looked at the youth before him, whose eyebrows and eyes bore some resemblance to his younger self, yet he felt no affection.

Even with a blood connection, they seemed like enemies.

Old Sir Simmons did not like his son, who he took into the family in his later years; from the first sight, he disliked him, especially those eyes, too ruthless.

Like a wolf lurking in the darkness, waiting for the opportunity, ready to pounce and tear off his flesh at any moment.

This left Old Sir Simmons with an uneasy wariness.

Yet feeling such wariness towards a teenager was downright ridiculous.

"I’ve heard your school performance is very poor, often missing exams and skipping classes," he said.

Arnold did not deny it.

Seeing his attitude, Old Sir Simmons snorted coldly, "Lacking in learning and only knowing how to have fun!"

Every time Arnold returned to the Simmons home, he would inevitably receive a lesson. After all, Old Sir Simmons was getting on in years and cared about face, even if he was angry enough to curse, he would not resort to violence.

"Are you done?" Arnold looked up unperturbed, "If you are, then I’ll take my leave."

"You, you, you! What kind of talk is that! Nonsense!" Old Sir Simmons stood behind his desk, pointing at him, enraged to the point of smashing a teacup nearby and cursing, "Get out! Get out of my sight!"

Arnold left the study.

Downstairs in the living room, Jimmy Simmons was lounging on the sofa playing with his phone, the sound from the TV blaring loudly, with a servant tidying up around him.

Seeing Arnold coming down from upstairs, Jimmy let out a sneer, "Got a scolding from grandpa again?"

Arnold didn’t bother with him and headed straight outside.

"You seem quite close to that transfer student in your class, huh?"

These words tripped Arnold’s steps.

The sky was overcast outside, yet not as dark as the shadows in Arnold’s eyes.

"I don’t understand what you’re talking about?"

His expression was calm, with no visible flaws.

"Don’t understand? No problem," Jimmy didn’t rush to expose him, but smiled, "I remember that transfer student in your class is quite pretty, introduce her to me?"

Arnold’s expression turned completely cold, yet his lips curled into a smile, with an unmistakable aggression, "Shall we chat outside?"

Jimmy didn’t refuse.

The two of them walked out of the villa’s main gate together.

Nearby was a villa area, serene and tranquil, where outsiders without an invitation were not allowed entry.

Arnold always visited as a guest.

The two stopped beneath a tree, next to an artificial lake where swans were playing in the water.

In Jimmy’s phone was a photo of Hannah and Arnold together.

Although there were no overly intimate gestures between them, it was clear to any discerning eye that there was an ambiguous atmosphere between the two.

The girl’s smile was sweet and obedient, the kind that could warm hearts under the sunlight.

However, she was always so indifferent in front of him.