No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 75: Promises

"Mr. Simmons, you will surely regret this."

The girl’s defiant and piqued voice still seemed to echo in his ears.

The man couldn’t help but smirk, "Not exactly a beauty, but certainly a feisty little wildcat."

"Little wildcat?" The much older boss was completely baffled.

But seeing Arnold Simmons in this state, had he decided to play the field again?

This was a rare sight.

Considering Simmons’ temperament, the boss cautiously asked: "President Simmons, there’s an event tonight, but I’m not sure if you will be gracing us with your presence?"

Everyone in the circle knew that Simmons rarely attended social gatherings. First, he despised the chaos of such events, and second, there was no need for it.

Being a man of his stature, he was past the phase of having to please others. If anything, people should be the ones rushing to curry his favor.

Today, it took him a lot of effort to even get Simmons out.

Simmons didn’t seem to have any hobbies or interests; it even made it difficult for him to decide what kind of gifts he should offer.

But considering his current state, beauties might not be a bad choice next time.

"I’ll pass on the event." The man swirled the wine glass in his hand, the ruby red wine reflected in his eyes, his voice was cold. "I’ll have to leave you now, got some errands to run."

Having said that, Simmons stood up and took his jacket.

The boss didn’t dare to stop him, and hurriedly saw him off.

Simmons drove himself, he didn’t drink at the dinner, and no one dared to persuade him.

The black sports car sped along the wide road, zooming past several traffic lights without slowing down, the man had accurately calculated the timing to only hit green lights.

The car window was open, the cold night wind tousled the man’s hair, yet was unable to dissipate the annoyance gnawing at him.

Ever since they parted ways in the hotel that day, the young lady hadn’t contacted him since.

Indeed, like a stray cat, not necessarily reliant on him alone for sustenance.

Simmons clenched the steering wheel, his eyes growing deeper, his handsome face revealing an ambiguous expression. He floored the gas pedal, only braking at the last second of the green light.

The tires screeched against the ground.

What a siren.

Looking at the film school across the street, he couldn’t help but mutter to himself.

His hand brushed over the cigarette box and cellphone next to him. After hesitating for a while, he picked up the cellphone, dialing a number he knew by heart.

The phone rang for a long time, Simmons patiently waited.

Just as he was about to end the call, it was answered.

A weak voice came from the other end of the line, "Hello, who is it?"

The voice was very soft, presumably just woken up by the call. It was weak and soft, yet irritating like a kitten’s meow.

"I’m hanging up if no one speaks."

"It’s me." Simmons was silent for a while before he spoke. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

His voice was unexpectedly hoarse, as if the words were being squeezed out from his throat.

Hannah, lying in bed, looked at the phone screen and became a bit more awake, "Mr. Simmons, is there something you need so late at night?"

From her voice, she seemed to have sobered up a lot.

Looking up at the empty street, Simmons was silent for a few seconds, then impulsively asked, "Hannah Winter, do you want to meet?"

There was no sound from the other end of the phone.

Simmons regretted it and suddenly didn’t know what to say to remedy the situation.

"You can just pretend I..."

"Yes, yes, yes, wait for me, I’m coming out right now."

...hadn’t said anything.

Five minutes later, Hannah, with her hair let loose and wearing a skirt, hopped up to Simmons’ car and leaned down to knock on the window.