The look in her eyes was probably one of warning and caution.
Tiffany Lynch belatedly widened her eyes, looking at Hannah in front of her, "Hannah Winter, what do you an? Do you think I would do sothing to you?"
"What you’ll do, only you know in your heart." Hannah paused, then revealed a smile, "After all, just now on the red carpet, you couldn’t wait to co over and pay your respects to . While I am your elder, there’s no need to be so polite. I was in a hurry today and didn’t bring a red envelope with , but I’ll give you one next ti."
"Hannah Winter!"
Tiffany Lynch almost fainted from anger.
In her whole life, she had never seen soone so shaless!
Yet Hannah adopted the tone of an elder, responding, "What’s wrong, niece-in-law?"
Tiffany Lynch gritted her teeth, wishing she could turn around and leave. But rembering why she had co today, she suppressed her anger.
She tried to calm herself down, and Hannah didn’t rush her.
After a while, Tiffany Lynch regained her composure, took a deep breath, and adopting a superior attitude, began to instruct, "I want you to do sothing for ."
Tiffany Lynch must have thought of sothing, a reliance, as her deanor now carried an air of arrogance.
Hannah, expressionless, found herself with so downti, so she decided to play along with this act, "Let’s hear it."
Tiffany Lynch was surprised by Hannah’s attitude, but it was only a mont before she cald down again.
With what she held in her hand, she wasn’t worried about Hannah daring to refuse.
With this in mind, she gradually relaxed, lowered her voice, a dark look in her eyes, "I want you to steal sothing from Arnold Simmons for ."
After she spoke, silence fell for a long ti.
Until Tiffany Lynch grew impatient, eting Hannah’s gaze only to see her looking back with an expression that seed to say... was she looking at an idiot?
Tiffany Lynch caught on, and her face instantly paled, about to issue a threat in a fierce tone, "Hannah Winter, you don’t have the right to refuse, I have in my hand..."
Before she could finish, she was interrupted.
"Do you think Jimmy Simmons knows about this?" Hannah looked at the fleeting flicker in Tiffany Lynch’s eyes, then smiled again, "It seems he doesn’t know."
Tiffany Lynch suppressed the montary pang of guilt, scoffing coldly, "So what?"
This was indeed sothing she was doing behind Jimmy Simmons’s back.
Although she had received an explanation and promises from Jimmy Simmons that night, she still felt insecure.
Perhaps the incident with George River had taught her to be smarter. When dealing with n, she knew she had to be cautious and couldn’t be completely transparent.
She had her own sches, and this ti, regardless of Jimmy Simmons’s attitude, she was determined to completely trample Hannah underfoot, so she too could experience the sensation of being spat upon by the entire internet.
Of course, before that, she didn’t mind using Hannah to give Jimmy Simmons a hand.
She wasn’t clear about Jimmy Simmons’s plans, only having overheard him discussing such a thing with soone by chance.
If she could get her hands on it, his plans would be much more effective.
This was what piqued her interest.
Whether Jimmy Simmons knew or not wasn’t important. If she brought that thing to him, he should be thankful to her. It would also be her way to add more chips to her family’s side within the Simmons Family.
As for Hannah Winter...
She would "repay" her properly.
Having realized this, Tiffany Lynch imdiately showed a mocking smile on her face, "Hannah Winter, whether Jimmy Simmons knows about this isn’t important. What’s important is that I have sothing in my hand that’s enough to ruin you."
She spoke coldly, the smile at the corner of her mouth eerily unsettling.
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