No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 55: Date

That night, Jimmy Simmons disappeared.

Twenty-four hours later, the police summoned Arnold Simmons.

All major media outlets were scrambling to report on it, the headlines were even ready.

#Simmons Family Feud, eldest grandson Jimmy Simmons missing, late Old Sir Simmons’ illegitimate son suspected as prime suspect#

Unfortunately, before the announcement could be released, Arnold walked out of the police station safe and sound.

On the same day, the police issued a statement denying any involvement of Arnold in the case.

No one, especially not George River, would put stock in that statement.

He steadfastly believed that Arnold must have used some means to escape unscathed.

Hannah nestled happily in Arnold’s arms, ready to listen to the gossip.

Given that Jimmy was also one of her targets, she thought it only right to take an interest.

Arnold was quiet for a moment, chuckled lightly, "If Young Master River can read, he must have already read the police statement. Jimmy’s disappearance has nothing to do with me."

"Arnold, do you really think I would believe you?" George River struggled to maintain his calm.

He was determined to get information about Jimmy from Arnold.

Arnold sighed, looked down at the girl nestled in his arms, placed his hand on her head, his voice as cold as ice, "Whether you believe it or not, what’s that to me?"

He looked up at the man in front of him, his slightly upturned eyes not containing the slightest hint of amusement, deep and dark, devoid of any emotion.

His demeanor was indifferent, his tone unchanged, as if George’s questioning could not stir up any waves in him.

His hand rested on the shoulder of the girl in his arms, pulled her out, held her, looking at the visibly upset George while laughing, "If there’s no business, don’t disturb your Uncle and your Aunt’s date."

After saying that, he walked past the crowd with Hannah.

Hannah couldn’t help herself. Having been previously tormented by George, she had barely managed to stay on course, wanting to dissect him on the spot to see if his brain was filled with mush. Now that she had the chance, she certainly wouldn’t miss the opportunity to see George make a fool of himself.

George River had a fine face. Although he lacked the raw charm of Arnold, he made up for it with his strikingly handsome features and a refined grace. He was aloof when he didn’t smile, somewhat distant.

Unlike Arnold’s danger, he exuded a restrained coolness, the type that women wanted to conquer, especially those eyes. If you happened to be the focus of his gaze, you might mistake yourself for his most beloved woman.

His deception had fooled the former owner for two whole years.

But now, the anger on his face seemed to have knocked him off his pedestal, his brow furrowed, his fists clenched. Even though he was trying to restrain himself, the veins popping on his forehead betrayed him.

Hannah wondered if George had gotten old, there were fine lines in the corners of his eyes.

She looked away, unable to suppress her laughter, akin to the joy of a squirrel nibbling on a big nut it had hoarded for the whole winter.

Although she lowered her head, her fluffy tail gave her away.

Arnold’s gaze fell on the top of her head, the color in his eyes deepening, seemingly amused, but it quickly vanished, replaced by a profound darkness.

That face...

That profile flashed before George’s eyes, quick, but he caught it precisely.

Was that...

No, it couldn’t be.