Tiffany Lynch was even more composed than she’d expected, she never liked to pick a fight, but Tiffany was an exception.
They were inherently at odds.
Moreover, she saw very clearly, and was too familiar with, the look in Tiffany’s eyes when she was leaving.
It was the look of a woman sniffing out a love rival and wanting to get rid of her.
Hannah always believed, a woman who can juggle so many n at the sa ti couldn’t be as simple as she seed on the surface.
Tiffany Lynch must be setting her sights on her.
If it were the original character from the storyline, she definitely wouldn’t be able to compete with Tiffany. Perhaps even her death was part of Tiffany’s calculations.
But now that it was her, things might not be so certain.
She was looking forward to seeing what Tiffany Lynch would do, hoping she wouldn’t disappoint her too much.
Hannah, still in her high heels, couldn’t take another step and sat down on a roadside chair, sending Arnold Simmons a ssage from her phone.
-- Mr.Simmons, your beautiful canary is loitering outside, do you want to take her ho?
After sending the ssage, Hannah turned off her phone, bent over to loosen her high-heeled shoes, and lazily leaned on the bench to wait.
Under the night sky, with dancing shadows, only a dim street light poured a patch of light onto Hannah, sitting there with her legs crossed and her body slightly tilted. Her plain cheongsam was still clean and tidy, her black hair casually spilled over her shoulders, making her look like she was from another era from afar.
Out of sync with her surroundings.
Impatient from waiting, she frowned slightly, pursed her lips, lowered her brows and eyes, lightly poking the fluffy butt of Grace.
Grace was helpless, forced to get up repeatedly to change positions, but no matter where she moved, Hannah was able to find her.
Exasperated, her whiskers were trembling, "Master, you’re too much!"
Grace then moved from the left to the right of the bench, intentionally sitting at the furthest spot from Hannah.
Hannah sighed, withdrew her hand reluctantly, muttered under her breath, "Where is the destruction key for the physical form of a AI? I need to find it."
Grace: "...Master, I was wrong."
She silently ca back to Hannah’s side, Hannah satisfyingly petted her dog with a happy smile on her face.
Grace let out a sigh in her heart, casually asked, "Master, do you know that female lead from before?"
Hannah was engrossed in petting Grace, "I don’t know her."
Grace turned her head to look at her owner, "That’s not right, last ti I clearly heard you say that she was familiar."
Hannah nonchalantly replied, "She is familiar, they all annoy in the sa way."
Sothing crossed her mind, her smile faded and her lively cat eyes beca slightly dangerous, giving off a terrifying malice.
But that was just a mont, too quick for Grace to believe her own eyes.
Before she could ask anything else, a blinding light ca from afar and a dark sedan slowly parked in front of Hannah.
The sight of it instantly brightened Hannah’s eyes as she happily waved from her seat.
The back window rolled down, revealing Arnold’s handso profile. Under the dim street light, his deep gaze focused on the small figure sitting on the bench.
His voice was low and magnetic in the night, "Aren’t you coming over?"
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