Tears blurred his vision, yet he still stared unwaveringly at that window as if her silhouette lingered upon it.
His hand reached into his pocket, touching the cold envelope, and those deliberately forgotten mories surged back into his mind.
"Hannah Winter, you’re nothing but a substitute, a toy I bought with money. Between you and , it has only ever been a transaction."
"Because Tiffany has pure thoughts, she would never say she loves a man for a re five million."
"But you, saying that you love , do you deserve to?"
All that had once been, that night’s cold indifference and ruthlessness, she returned it all to him.
He could cast her aside without rcy, consider their two years of feelings as nothing, so she, too, had the right to sever it all.
All of it.
Five million, to buy out a girl’s two years.
Now, she had returned it all to him.
The heavy clouds engulfed the last glimr of moonlight. The warm yellow light hit the ground, as if it would be washed away by rain at any mont.
Soone had forgotten to take in their wind chis, letting the wind swing them wildly under the window sill, their crisp clashing noise exceptionally jarring against the rain.
George River didn’t leave, standing firmly outside the door, head lowered, allowing the rain to fall upon him.
Even as the lights inside dimd, he did not move an inch.
He was just thinking about how many tis, over the course of those two years, had Hannah waited for him silently like he was tonight.
He had long grown accustod to her presence, to being loved by soone.
What true affection was, he never knew.
And now, he understood, but had lost all that he once had.
The family background he once scoffed at, the wealth and power he never cared about, and a genuine heart.
That all-too-common saying, yet so few truly comprehend it, let alone keep it in their hearts.
—Only when you’ve lost it, do you know how to cherish it.
"Master, he’s still standing out there,"
Golden Lotus climbed onto the windowsill and pulled back the curtains just a bit, imdiately spotting the dark silhouette in the rain.
Hannah had already turned off the lights and was lying flat on the bed, her face covered with a steam eye mask, her voice lazy and sleepy, "If he likes to stand, let him stand."
Golden Lotus leaned against the window, her eyes wishing they could fly outside to watch the excitent, "What if he faints?"
Hannah rolled over, pulling the blanket higher, "Then call him an ambulance. I don’t want to be on tomorrow’s headlines."
#Forr President of River Clan stands guard outside actress’s door late at night, is it about morality...#
Cough cough.
Golden Lotus thought the headline was pretty good.
Accurate description.
After all, George is indeed no longer the President of the River Clan.
The impact of the Southern City project was irreversible; the companies that had once worked closely with the River Clan had chosen to protect themselves at the first sign of trouble.
That’s how this circle works, with interests at the forefront.
In such situations, it’s normal to rob a burning house, to kick soone when they’re down. To stand by and watch, to observe from across the river becos a sign of empathy.
Old-established companies like the River and Simmons Clans, with decades of developnt history, typically have the most complex internal situations.
Whether shareholders or board mbers, a dead cal is still bigger than a horse, and they naturally will not miss the opportunity to bleed the company dry.
Internal chaos is inevitable.
It’s just like the situation Simmons Clan faced before.
Only, Arnold Simmons was ruthless enough to turn the tide, but George River is far from achieving that.
On the last day of a one-month deadline, the board intervened by force.
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