No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 47: Tit for Tat
She backed away, starting to form excuses, "You know, I have a cold body. I often feel cold for no discernible reason. If you don’t believe me, feel my hands. They’re cold right now."
She raised her hand, looking sincere.
Inside, she was cursing.
Damn George River, why did he have to show up here of all places? Wasn’t he forcing her to mess up in front of Arnold Simmons?
A few days ago, George River had interrogated her about her relationship with Arnold Simmons. What had she said back then?
Oh right, she said that Arnold was the one pestering her.
...She was doomed.
Arnold couldn’t tell what Hannah was thinking. His gaze was mostly attracted by the delicate white hand in front of him.
He seemed to recall the soft, cool touch from earlier.
His eyes slowly deepened.
Hannah regained her focus, looking sincerely at Arnold in front of her. Just as she was about to explain something, a black jacket landed on her head.
The scent of the jacket was a faint cool fragrance mingled with the smell of tobacco.
A casual male voice sounded from overhead, "If you’re cold, put on more clothes."
Hannah pulled the jacket off her head, her hair becoming somewhat dishevelled. She looked somewhat resentful at the man in front of her, but obediently put on the jacket, even putting on the hood as well.
Arnold was absolutely tall for a man. His clothes on Hannah made her look like a child who had stolen an adult’s clothes, with sleeves extending out by a large margin and the hem of the jacket reaching the middle of her thighs.
Hannah wanted to tell Arnold that she didn’t want to go in, but before she could speak, she was suddenly embraced and led into the room.
Arnold, who had briefly left and suddenly reappeared, was undoubtedly eye-catching.
All eyes in the room turned to him, especially noticing the girl at his side.
Even though her face was not visible, her petite figure, the long hair spilling out of her hat, and the fact that she was wearing Arnold’s jacket all invited speculation.
But no one dared to gossip.
Only George River shot a glance at the two who had just entered, scoffing coldly. His gaze lingered on the figure next to Arnold before shifting away.
George had been invited by Harvey Cooper. Seeing that Arnold had returned, he stood up, ready to introduce the two.
But George cut him off, "No need, we know each other."
With that, he stood up and looked at the man in front of him. They were both tall. His tone was chilly, with an undercurrent of hostility, "We’re old friends."
He still remembered the disappearance of his good friend.
Since Jimmy Simmons had disappeared, Arnold had officially inherited the Simmons Family’s conglomerate, thereby securing the position of President. It was difficult to not be suspicious.
George too was a President, representing the rich second-generation who inherited their family businesses early. But in front of Arnold, he always seemed to lack composure.
Like now, even though everyone in the room could hear the veiled threat in George’s words, Arnold remained calm and collected, merely replying coolly: "Old friends, indeed so."
Arnold, George River and Jimmy Simmons attended the same schools from elementary, to middle, and then high school. Arnold was always the one they picked on.
Now that this person, whom they once stepped on, has suddenly climbed above them, even George - usually so composed and cool before others - couldn’t bear it.
The stability from before had vanished from his voice, he said irritably, "By rights, I should be calling you ’Uncle’ just like Jimmy."
