So heartbroken complaints.
Like a cat with claws bared outside, but now, it seed to have changed its personality, unconcernedly revealing its soft belly.
A fluffy sound, eyes clear and adorable, nearly lted one’s heart.
Arnold Simmons gently stroked the girl’s soft black hair as his gaze settled on her soft white cheek, his eyes filled with warmth, "Hmm, did she bully you?"
"No." Hannah shook her head, a glint passing through her eyes as she smiled, "She just asked to steal sothing."
"Your stuff." She added, then sat up from his embrace.
Her silky black hair slipped from his hand, only to be replaced by a charming face drawing closer, her bright and clear eyes blinking lightly, filled with smiles and questions.
"Arnold, what do they want?"
Arnold didn’t need much thought to have an answer.
"Probably a docunt," he said, lowering his head to press against her tender cheek, and softly kissed her brow.
Hannah asked curiously, "What docunt?"
Arnold smiled and explained, "A docunt that would grant Jimmy Simmons the shareholders’ support to truly secure his position as the President of Simmons Clan."
Of course, all this was what Jimmy Simmons believed.
Jimmy’s business acun wasn’t weak; he had fully inherited Old Sir Simmons’s style, but there was one thing...
He was too aggressive.
If he were in favorable circumstances, he might indeed carve out his own piece of the sky.
But the current him, no matter how well he did, always seed to be shrouded in an impenetrable layer of dark clouds.
The people of the Simmons Clan respected him on the surface, but behind his back, there was already much discussion.
Everyone knew that although the two mbers of the Simmons Family, uncle and nephew, appeared harmonious, in reality, they were divided by "a deep-seated hatred."
Jimmy would not give up on revenge, and the only reason he could bear it was that he was utterly helpless at the mont.
If he ever found an opportunity, he would certainly not let it slip by.
As for that docunt...
Arnold said slowly, "Whether they get it or not, it no longer matters."
He gently caressed the tender cheek of the person in his arms, his scorching fingertips lightly touching her delicate earlobe, which barely brushed over it before Hannah couldn’t help but shiver.
She instinctively snuggled closer into the man’s embrace, pressing tighter, now able to hear his steady and strong heartbeat.
One after another.
Then she moved up a bit, shifted away from his chest, and drew closer to his impeccable and handso face, her eyes filled with joy and satisfaction, before she leaned in and gently pecked his lips.
She asked him softly, "Arnold, are you doing all this to get back at them?"
The man’s eyes were pitch-black and profound, his long, narrow eyes bearing an innate coldness and nonchalance. Tender warmth and affectionate sentint only existed when he looked at her.
Unmatched indulgence and doting.
He reached out to brush away the stray hairs by her temple and kissed the corner of her lips gently.
Savoring her slowly.
After a long while, he replied in a husky voice, "No, not entirely."
By now, her eyes were filled with a fog of confusion, and his words fell on her ears like a gently flowing spring, carrying warmth into her heart.
*
A week later, the movie The Kite premiered.
At the premiere, not only did all the main actors appear, but the movie queen Crystal Quach and Jackie Qualls also showed up.
Besides, Thomas Campbell, the director of Rosalind, also made a special appearance.
Taking interviews, he even went out of his way to refute the reporters’ so-called "speaking highly out of sentint."
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