Louis Snyder lowered his eyes, the darkness within them so thick it seed impenetrable, his voice, however, was obedient and calm, "Sister, did you see the news? The River Clan is almost bankrupt."
When he said this, there was a trace of personal glee in his tone.
Louis Snyder despised George River, despised him vehently.
If it weren’t for that man’s folly, Hannah wouldn’t have...
Hannah didn’t look at him, she asked Lowe to go start the car first, and only after he had left did she speak again, "The River Clan is such a large enterprise, it doesn’t just go bankrupt because soone says so."
Louis Snyder looked down at his own toes, paused for a mont, then shifted his gaze onto Hannah’s skirt hem.
The red dress made her skin appear as white as snow, her complexion glowed with a warmth and softness like that of jade, "Even if they don’t go bankrupt, George River’s ti as President is up."
Hannah said, "Louis, you seem to be quite happy about it?"
Louis Snyder chuckled, "Of course I’m happy, who made him wrong my sister in the past."
She laughed softly and slowly said, "George River isn’t the only one who has wronged ."
Louis Snyder lowered his head, his heart heavy with pain, his eyes blinked and his lashes beca wet with tears, "Sister, I..."
Apologies, regrets, he had said them countless tis before.
But it was futile.
The damage that had been done couldn’t be undone.
Louis Snyder forced a smile, holding back his tears, "So, sister, would you be happy only if you see as miserable as George River?"
Hannah took a step forward, her gaze falling on his slightly moist lashes, she laughed softly, sharing the truth he feared most, "Louis, you are wrong, whether you guys do well or not, it has nothing to do with , I don’t care."
I won’t be sad because of your troubles, nor will I be happy because of your joy.
And to hate from love is even more impossible.
Because she had never loved these people to begin with.
Her eyes were too calm, so calm that it frightened Louis Snyder, making him afraid to look any longer.
He could only avert his gaze, "Sister, I won’t beco like George River, whether you hope so or not, I won’t..."
Won’t what?
He did not continue with what he was going to say.
"Sister, do you know, Jackie Qualls spoke to once before he left?"
Hannah responded indifferently, "What did he say to you?"
"He said..." Perhaps recalling the incident that night, Louis Snyder’s smile took on a chill, his voice filled with grievance, "He said I was not a good match for you and even advised to give up."
Hannah was sowhat surprised, her gaze turned, and with a soft laugh, she said, "That’s the most correct thing he’s said in his life."
Louis Snyder paused, tugged at the corner of his mouth, but couldn’t smile any longer.
Lowe had already brought the car around, and Hannah turned and got into the car.
Louis Snyder watched as the car disappeared from view, his fingers gradually tightening.
Previously, there were many things he couldn’t afford to lose.
Fans, popularity, thousands of stars, all these were aspects of the life he had worked so hard to obtain, and he couldn’t let them go.
But now it was different.
He had nothing left to lose and didn’t care about the cost anymore.
*
The River Clan’s problems had yet to be settled when the hospital sent news that Old Sir River’s health condition had taken a turn for the worse.
Over the years, Old Sir River’s health had never shown any signs of improvent and had been sustained for a long ti with the aid of traditional Chinese dicine.
With the vast and profound knowledge of traditional Chinese dicine, it was clear that Old Sir River’s condition had begun to improve, but unexpectedly, this incident had occurred.
The man had passed out from rage.
Before losing consciousness, he was still cursing George River as a "fool."
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