Against Arnold Simmons’s elongated brows and eyes, there was an inherent chill and distant depth in his dark pupils.
Such a man, even when rely smiling faintly, always instilled a sense of oppression one might feel in the presence of soone from a higher echelon.
To engage with him was to be surrounded by deep crisis everywhere.
Regrettably, Jimmy Simmons had only co to understand this now.
Arnold’s deanor remained indifferent throughout, only revealing a hint of mockery in his eyes when Jimmy ntioned Old Sir Simmons, "Do you think I would care about anyone from the Simmons family?"
That place, it was never his ho.
Arnold’s indifferent expression significantly triggered Jimmy, who was never known for his good temper, having committed many misdeeds in his youth.
Most of which were inflicted upon Arnold.
He glared fiercely at the man across from him, the anger burning in his dark eyes, "Are you taking revenge on , right?"
Arnold looked at him for a mont, only to scoff, "Jimmy, you think too highly of yourself."
He did all this, rely because he wanted to.
A villain doesn’t need a reason for his actions.
Perhaps, in his youth, Arnold did hate the Simmons family mbers.
Amid the endless curses and beatings, the cold disdain and disgust from those around him, all the sharp emotions were like icy winds in a frigid hell, forging blades that harshly struck his body.
Back then, Arnold was still just a youth.
At the age of fifteen or sixteen, the decades prior weren’t carefree and the years that followed were filled with deceit and opposition.
Blood-related family ties felt to him rely like imposed hits and punches.
He had thought about revenge, but as ti passed and he saw the ugly faces the Simmons family showed in their struggle for interests, he found it all increasingly dull.
Such people were not worth his ti anymore.
As for Jimmy.
For such a naturally arrogant man, nothing was more painful than losing what he valued most.
The background of the Simmons family, the existence of Simmons Clan, was Jimmy’s greatest reliance when committing his misdeeds.
And now, without Simmons Clan, Jimmy, the heir, naturally beca a joke.
Perhaps in a few days, he would beco the second topic of conversation after George River.
After Arnold left, Jimmy, infuriated, smashed a glass nearby and ordered the docunts on the desk to be swept onto the floor as well.
Outside the window, the weather was stormy with flashes of lightning and claps of thunder, much like Jimmy’s mood then.
Hatred, anger, irritability.
His fists clenched tightly and slamd heavily against the window glass.
Standing by the window, he looked down to see Hannah waiting downstairs.
Today, she was wearing a light-colored dress, which gently swayed in the breeze, revealing a patch of her warm, lotus-white skin.
Bowing her head, holding an umbrella, she stood demurely amidst the curtain of rain, becoming the only spot of color between heaven and earth.
Vibrant and striking, beautiful and eye-catching.
Jimmy scoffed, his eyes filled with hostile energy.
*
Three days later, the official announcent about the takeover of Simmons Clan was made.
The news imdiately attracted many onlookers and even topped the trending searches, sparking nurous comnts.
—Could soone explain to what just happened? Does this an Simmons Clan went bankrupt?
—Not bankrupt, basically it ans that Simmons Clan has been bought out, turned from a boss into a subordinate.
—Which company is so powerful to take over Simmons Clan, and I wonder how this will impact Boss Simmons?
—So, did Hannah Winter marry into a fake elite family?
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