No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 50 Familiar Face
After several rounds with Arnold Simmons’s occasional guidance, Hannah had finally won all her money back.
The brim of her hat concealed most of the girl’s face, only revealing her beautifully shaped lips, like cherry blossoms soaked in sake - beautiful yet intoxicating.
She smirked slightly, alluring and charming.
Oliver Taylor and the others could finally wipe the sweat off their foreheads.
Throughout, George River hadn’t played with them, instead sitting outside, chatting and drinking with a few familiar friends, casting occasional glances in Arnold’s direction.
Seeing him always around that girl, he couldn’t help but scoff.
Who would have thought that the ever-cold, ruthless second master of the Simmons family would have such a day.
However, the more he looked, the more curious he was about the girl by Arnold’s side.
Just then, as the round ended, Hannah turned her head to grab a drink from the table, exposing her fair, delicate side profile.
Pale, delicate, familiar, his heart skipped a beat.
Had he seen her somewhere?
Before George could get a clear look, Arnold was already blocking Hannah from view.
It wasn’t clear whether it was intentional or a coincidence, but he effectively blocked George’s entire line of sight.
He had to look away, somewhat distracted.
For some reason, he suddenly thought about the banquet that day, as his mind wandered.
Thinking about the argument with Tiffany today, sparked only by the handcrafted teacup she had found in his house.
The pattern delicate, the lines smooth, a very light shade of green.
This sort of thing, he didn’t have to guess to know it was a gift from Hannah Winter.
Perhaps a birthday present, he couldn’t quite remember.
She always gave him a birthday present every year, but he never opened any of them, throwing them all into a storeroom.
This teacup might have been forgotten in a corner this year, only to be accidentally discovered by Tiffany.
This type of handcrafted item, undoubtedly, must have been given by a woman.
That was the boiling point of their grievances.
He didn’t know how to explain, and he was even more afraid that Tiffany would find out about Hannah Winter.
He didn’t dare speak, which left Tiffany Lynch uneasy.
Hannah Winter.
Somehow, seeing that teacup again, reading the beautifully written words on a greeting card, he was suddenly reminded of his birthday this year.
On the same day, he learned that Tiffany was about to return to her country.
Hannah called to ask him if he would return for dinner, he had absentmindedly refused. But when he returned home late at night, he found a table full of meals prepared by Hannah.
The meals were cold but seemingly well-prepared. Perhaps they had been reheated too many times during the wait and had turned somewhat soggy.
He was somewhat disgusted.
He didn’t touch his chopsticks, even found it bothersome to look at it, because his Tiffany wouldn’t do such menial tasks.
He’d said so, and had seen the girl trying to hold back her tears, maintaining a brave face.
All of it added to his irritation, a feeling not even Tiffany’s return to the country could erase.
He lost his temper and tipped over the food the girl had brought to him.
The room was in a mess, shards of porcelain had cut the girl’s calf. He had only sneered, watching the girl kneel on the floor and clean up the mess.
She was so humble and eager to please.
She bowed her head, thinking that her scattered hair could hide the tear streaks on her face. Little did she know, her big teardrops were hitting the ground.
Had he gone too far?
