No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 66: Repaying Money

In the endless cycle of reincarnation, one can never escape the tragic fate of being a minor character.

Just like Hannah Winter, the original owner of this body, who was hurt and abandoned by the person she loved.

Her face ruined, died miserably, covered in filth, and deprived of sunshine.

In every life, she could only play a tragic supporting role, a stepping stone for the main characters in their love story, to be moved wherever needed.

Even the strongest people in the star system can’t break away from this setup, which is the main reason why previous hosts failed.

As for the consequences of failure...

They’re disastrous, quite disastrous.

So disastrous that no one would want to try again.

10,000 Stellar Coins is a bottomless pit, who knows what other excuses are waiting beyond it.

Sit still and wait for death?

Hannah lifted the corner of her lips, her eyes seemingly unfocused, but a deep smile lurked in them.

Jinlian was quite worried about its owner, having an intuition that she would not sit idly by.

Although it was a bit scared, it didn’t snitch to the Star System.

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When Arnold Simmons got to the company the next morning, he noticed a 1000 yuan transfer message on his phone and was somewhat startled.

He had many bank accounts, and the usual inflows and outflows started in the five-digit range.

A 1000 yuan transfer?

Was someone joking with him?

He was about to call his secretary to inquire when two more messages popped up on his phone.

No memo.

——I only have 2000 in total, I’ve returned half of what we agreed last night.

——The little frogs are cute, treat them well.

If the first message brought him doubts, the second one revealed the sender.

Hannah Winter.

It was the second time she had contacted him since he had given her his contact number.

Just to return the money?

Arnold Simmons found it amusing.

He didn’t expect the little girl to still remember the incident from last night; it seemed she really was irritated by it.

Maybe...he should apologize to her?

Thinking over this, a hint of amusement appeared on his lips, his eyes filled with faint mirth as if reflected by the moonlight on the vast ocean surface.

Not so strong, yet enough to illuminate every corner.

This was the scene his secretary saw when he rushed in.

President Simmons, clad in a dark, high-end suit, leaned back against the large glass panes, his figure bathed in light.

Although the light enveloped his entire figure, he looked as though sitting in the dark, his demeanor icy and aloof, eyes cold, but the slight curve of his lips created a stark contrast and appeared peculiar.

The secretary rubbed his eyes, wondering whether he should step out and knock on the door again when Arnold’s plain and temperature-less voice asked, "Something the matter?"

Startled out of his thoughts, the secretary quickly placed a contract in front of Arnold, "President Simmons, this is the revised contract as per your instructions."

Arnold took it, carefully reviewed it and only after confirming its accuracy did he sign his name on the last page.

The man’s handwriting was surprisingly neat, unlike the flowing and flamboyant strokes of others, each stroke sharp and fierce.

Just like him, attractive yet dangerous, making people refrain from easily approaching.

Just as the secretary was about to leave with the contract, Arnold suddenly asked him to stay.

Perplexed, he asked, "Is there anything else you need, President Simmons?"

The man’s lips were thin, his already pale lip color seemed even paler, and he seemed to be struggling, after a while he finally asked: "Do you know what young girls like these days?"

Secretary: "?!?!"

He was shocked!

Did he... did he just have an auditory illusion?

Did President Simmons just mention girls?

Girls, right?