No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 59: Am I Beautiful?

She hadn’t expected that the joke she made would be remembered by Arnold Simmons the whole journey.

"I...I really didn’t expect Mr.Simmons to be so interesting...Hahaha..."

Her laughter brought a rosy glow to her cheeks, like ripe cherries on a tree, flushed and shiny, juice splattering when lightly bitten.

But her laughter was indeed a bit annoying.

Arnold Simmons kept a straight face.

He got out of the car, closed the door, and locked it.

His actions were so swift and decisive that they scared the valet who wanted to help and made him stand aside, not daring to approach.

When Arnold Simmons brought Hannah to the door of her room, her eyes were tear-soaked and her gaze red, making it seem like she had been bullied into crying, especially standing beside Arnold Simmons, who emanated an aura of coldness like a formidable presence.

Along the way, several well-meaning gentlemen stepped forward to ask Hannah if she needed any assistance, but they were all intimidated by Arnold Simmons’ hostile gaze and his cold aura and retreated.

Only Hannah could still chuckle and wave goodbye, not forgetting to explain, "Don’t worry, I’m not being forced."

If she’s not being forced, then she’s willingly with him?

The onlookers’ gaze filled with understanding, their initial sense of justice instantly replaced with scorn and contempt.

After all this fuss, it turned out to be...

"I don’t mind holding onto your eyes if you don’t want them."

Arnold Simmons sent many people away with this remark.

Hannah leaned against the door, looking at Arnold Simmons whose face was still gloomy, and laughed, "Mr. Simmons, why bother with those men? After all, it’s normal for a girl as beautiful as me to attract a few men."

Simmons retorted coldly: "Those men just simply want to sleep with you." He paused and added: "Of course, it’s probably more than just a few times."

"Mr. Simmons, you’ve got it all wrong," said Hannah, her eyes curling in a smile, "Primitive impulses are driven by a desire for beauty. In other words, those men are just appreciating my beauty."

Simmons frowned, just about to say something.

But Hannah interjected: "Of course, those men are too naive to think they can aspire to a beauty like me. I can’t control their thoughts, but if they can’t control their hands, then they’ll remember my kick for the rest of their lives."

Despite the seriousness of her words, the smile on her face made them lack any convincing power, particularly when delivered in her soft voice, as if she were playfully whining.

With a blunt laugh, Simmons said, "It’s good to have confidence."

Upon hearing this, Hannah’s smile faded by half. She opened her oversized coat to reveal her light-colored outfit, let her hair down and let it cascade down.

Her hair fluttered, swept across her brows and tucked behind her ears, revealing her delicate earlobes and slender neck.

She rested one hand on the door frame and the other on her waist, bending her slender waist slightly, crossing her long legs, a touch of coquetry in her gaze.

She raised her eyebrows, her voice soft, "Mr.Simmons, am I beautiful?"

Up close, one could even faintly detect the scent of her body.

It was a fragrance somewhere between flowers and fruit. At first sniff, it seemed a bit sweet and cloying, but afterwards, it was lightly sweet, just like a rose garden after the rain.

The rain hit the branches, not splattering on the petals, but washing away the excessive fragrance, leaving only a light fragrance blending with the richness of the roses.