The makeup was very similar too.
Very similar...
"Who told you to dress up like this?"
The woman was sowhat embarrassed and hesitated for a long ti before she could speak, "It was the manager."
In fact, she herself was puzzled. When the manager called them over today saying that Jimmy Simmons had arrived, they were all quite excited.
But then the manager handed over a few photos and asked them to dress up like the person in the photos.
They were even supposed to mimic her makeup.
She recognized her at just one glance. The person in the photos was the currently popular actress, Hannah Winter.
Beautiful, vibrant, honestly, imitating her was too difficult.
At that mont, she thought it was probably because Jimmy liked Hannah Winter, and that’s why he wanted to find a few people to emulate her.
Stand-in lovers, after all, this kind of situation was not unheard of.
But the mont she walked in and saw Jimmy’s furious deanor, she understood.
It was the manager acting on his own trying to please President Simmons.
And inadvertently dragged them into being scolded.
Hearing that it was arranged by the manager, George River also suppressed the flicker of doubt in his heart.
After the people left, George River raised his hand and knocked on the door. Not waiting for a response from inside, he simply pushed the door and entered.
The door opened, and a rich sll of tobacco hit him.
Just the sll alone made people involuntarily want to cough.
George instinctually frowned and looked towards Jimmy, seated on the sofa.
Shirt and trousers, with the coat and tie just casually thrown aside, the whole person languidly leaning on the sofa, cigarette between his fingers burning past the halfway mark.
Before George could see clearly what was remaining, an ashtray was hurled towards him.
"Didn’t I tell you all to get lost?"
George turned and dodged, and the ashtray smashed against the wall.
It broke into two halves and eventually crashed heavily to the floor.
George spoke coldly, "Jimmy, what are you going crazy about?"
Hearing the voice, Jimmy opened his eyes again and upon seeing a familiar face, he just snorted lightly, "So it’s you."
George walked over, "You asked to co out, what exactly is it about?"
If it wasn’t for the necessary cooperation, George didn’t want to see Jimmy.
Although they were once brothers, after Jimmy returned from his disappearance, their relationship had almost completely broken off.
Their current connection was only because they had a common enemy.
Jimmy looked at George who had sat down, flicked the cigarette ash lightly with his fingertip, and pulled a mocking smile, "Is there a problem with the project?"
He posed the question, but it sounded more like an accusation.
Many bottles of alcohol were put on the table, but Jimmy hadn’t opened any.
He used to love to play around—drinking, won, racing, anything exciting to amuse himself and relax.
But after eting Hannah that day, none of these things worked anymore.
It was his first ti so desperately wanting soone.
Especially seeing that person standing next to his enemy.
The Southern City project wasn’t just George’s, it was his too.
One in the light, one in the shadow, George might be considered foolish, but he should have been able to handle such small matters without any issues; unexpectedly, there were still problems.
About this, George couldn’t argue.
"Indeed, there was a problem, but with the power of the River Clan, it can be resolved quickly."
Jimmy scoffed, "Quickly? How quickly is quickly?"
George looked over coldly, "Jimmy, we are only partners, I am not your subordinate, I don’t need to follow your commands."
"Sorry, my mistake," Jimmy extinguished the cigarette in his hand and sat up straight.
The apology was uttered without any sincerity.
George didn’t care either.
No matter how it’s calculated, before the plan is completed, they are all in the sa boat.
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