No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 77: Nepotism

While she was quite confident in her beauty, capable of captivating myriad boys and girls, she knew very well that this is a capitalist world. Without some money in hand, without a powerful backer and connections, even a great beauty would be suppressed.

She wasn’t competitive by nature, yet she hadn’t met anyone who she’d be willing to settle for second place for.

If she was going to participate, she’d aim to be the best.

Arnold Simmons asked, "Has the program team gotten in touch with you?"

He had pulled strings for people only twice in his life; once for his little lady’s lover "brother", and the other for the little lady herself.

Looking back, it seems somewhat chivalrous.

It wasn’t exactly regret.

The little lady was highly skilled, able to stir up his desires without even trying. Even though he was reluctant to admit it, he knew he was hooked.

Although he wasn’t smitten, he found it impossible to resist.

He simply couldn’t resist.

All men shared the same base instincts, wanting to possess beautiful and novel things. He fancied his standards were just a bit higher than others, so when he came across something worth it, he naturally wanted a taste of it.

Now he was all too eager to elevate the little lady, but as for what the future held, that was unclear.

Hannah nodded, "Yes, they asked me to interview the day after tomorrow."

"Mr. Simmons, after all, didn’t you promise to pull some strings for me? Why do I still have to interview?" she said, gazing at Arnold with a hint of a pout, her voice sounded rather milky and soft.

The little lady feigned misery. Her eyes, glowing beneath her wavy hair, were shining in the dim light, exuding an alluring charm.

Arnold parked the car to the side, and looked with interest at the approaching little lady, "So, you don’t want to interview?"

"Yes, I don’t want to."

She rested her head on her hand, the intention of mooching off him was clearly written across her face with no attempt to hide it.

Most people, once they found a rich backer, would pretend to be as pure as a white lotus, worried that their benefactor might see through their intentions.

His little lady, however, was different. Before she even managed to cling to the golden leg, she was already overstepping her bounds, causing a scene at every turn.

The man smirked, "Spoiled."

Hannah pouted, her cool, slender fingers somehow woven with his. She lightly traced his palm with her pinky.

The intention was clear, but her face and eyes were pure innocence, you’d think she was underage, docile and soft.

Her actions stirred up desire, yet there was no outlet to relieve the frustration. It was quite vexing.

Arnold retracted his hand in a calm manner, unlocked the car, and said, "Get out."

Hannah sighed, unbuckled her seat belt and got out of the car.

A moment later, a surprised exclamation came from outside the car, "Mr. Simmons, you didn’t bring me to your place?"

At 11pm, even the noisiest campus would have an eerie and gloomy aura. Hannah didn’t think twice before trying to get back into the car.

But the car had already been locked. The man emerged from the other side, walking over to her.

Hannah had no choice but to wait in the cold with Arnold, hugging her arms. She said with a slight hint of resentment, "Mr. Simmons, don’t tell me you invited me out late at night just for a campus tour."

"Could it be that the Simmons family is planning to invest in education now?"

She looked up at the man towering a head above her, and her bare legs, exposed to the cold, couldn’t help but shiver.