No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 57 The Car Door is Locked

But who is confident they can catch this canary, who is confident they can keep her?

Arnold’s heart was unsettled. A nameless irritation surfaced in his eyes.

He thought he’d just found an interesting toy, but didn’t expect it to affect him so.

Maybe this woman was just born to be his downfall.

Ironically, she could still hum out-of-tune tunes without a care in the world. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

What a waste of a good voice.

At the traffic light, he pulled over to the side, turned on the hazard lights, pulled out a cigarette from the car, and rubbed it with his fingers for a long while without lighting it.

He didn’t know why.

The ambiance grew increasingly gloomy and moody, like a predatory wolf king ready to hunt.

Even a clear profile is subtly intimidating.

Hannah sensed that something was wrong, and her hand quietly reached for the car door lock.

After all, Arnold was a major villain. He’s done things like going crazy and leading the main character group to their deaths in the plot.

It wouldn’t be impossible for him to kill her in this car now.

Does a villain need any reasons to kill?

She didn’t know if he was planning to assault her too.

Hannah couldn’t help but become lost in her thoughts.

Thump—

Her slender white fingertips had just touched the icy car door when a noise sounded, and the car door was mercilessly locked.

Hannah: "..."

The man looked over at the small hands making small moves, then moved his gaze up to the pale cheek, and the delicate eye brows.

Her eyelashes were neat, long and dense, and fluttered like butterfly wings.

He averted his eyes, his deep gaze falling on a butterfly next to the road, "Today at the drinking party, were you avoiding George River?"

His words were questioning, but his tone was certain.

Arnold’s voice was naturally cold. Only when he occasionally talked to Hannah would he put on a bit of a smile, making it somewhat warm. But now it was not present, his tone was like frost in the morning during Winter.

The cigarette on his fingertips hadn’t been lit, yet the faint smell of tobacco was already evident.

Hannah turned around, her face no longer expressing laughter, and acting completely different from before.

She spoke, her voice seemingly devoid of the previous softness, replaced by a coldness mixed with a faint laugh, "How did you know?"

"I thought you would directly deny it."

The man turned his head, half of his face shrouded in shadows, radiating a demonically beautiful aura.

So delicate he didn’t even seem like a man.

Hannah spread her hands, her smile hinting at a sense of helplessness.

The man let out a light laugh, averted his gaze, and the silver lighter at his fingertips was clicked open with a ’snap’.

In an instant, the lighter flickered.

"From the moment you stepped in, you looked at George River nine times: three were glances, five were spectating, and once was mockery."

"Am I right?"

The man looked over, his peach-blossom eyes long and beautiful, the deepness of his gaze hinting at a touch of malfeasance and gloom. Just one look was enough to make one feel faint, completely surrendering.

But Hannah looked at him several times.

Her slender white fingertips raised, tracing the man’s eyes, bridge of his nose, lips and the outline of his neckline from a distance, finally resting on his neckline.

Due to the man’s movements, the originally well-fitting clothing accidentally revealed the thin, sexy collarbone.

"So Mr.Simmons has been paying such close attention to me?" she took control, her smile growing brighter, the laughter in her eyes deepened.

Between them, it was always a match of equals.