Ice clinked against the cup, a cool breeze wafting from her fingertips, slightly alleviating the stifling air surrounding them.
Tiffany Lynch’s anxiety intensified. Still, out of respect for the caras around them, she lowered her voice, "Hannah Winter, don’t let success go to your head."
"Oh, I’m just worried about you," Hannah laughed brightly. Perhaps it was from the iced water she’d drunk, her voice carried a distinct chill, "I’m afraid you might faint from the heat. It would be embarrassing, wouldn’t it?"
Tiffany Lynch, huffing and puffing, replied scornfully despite her fury, "I used to think you truly loved George. Now I see you’re willing to do anything for money. How laughable."
How noble could soone be if they’re willing to play stand-in lover for money?
Once they started it, they would do it again. She had seen plenty of mistresses abandoned by their n, crying dramatically. But honestly, they were weeping not for the n they lost, but for the shattered dreams of a luxurious life.
But marrying into wealth wasn’t sothing one could achieve simply because they wished for it.
Especially not soone like Hannah Winter.
Hannah seed unfazed by Tiffany Lynch’s words. She leisurely enjoyed the onstage performance, applauding from ti to ti. "Miss Lynch, do you know how much money George gave when we broke up?"
Tiffany Lynch’s heart skipped a beat, "What do you an?"
Adjusting her slightly disheveled red dress, Hannah casually inford Tiffany, "He paid Prideful Entertainnt’s compensation of two hundred thousand. The fee for two years as his stand-in lover was five million. And upon our breakup, he gifted a villa."
She spoke ambiguously, a teasing smile on her face, "So, on balance, within two years, I earned five million and a villa. Not bad at all."
With each sum Hannah ntioned, Tiffany Lynch turned a shade paler, "So what? George only wanted to cut all ties with you. You can’t seriously think giving you money ans he loved you, right?"
Tiffany Lynch turned to the person beside her.
Her flamboyant red dress was too flashy, but it did not overshadow her natural beauty in the least; she was even more radiant, irresistible even in dim light where the spotlight did not shine. She could not be ignored.
Most of the audience was looking in their direction.
But Tiffany Lynch knew they were not looking at her, but at Hannah beside her.
Miss Lynch, do we really look alike?
Tiffany Lynch suddenly rembered Hannah’s previous words.
When she first saw Hannah’s photo, she recognized the familiar expression in Hannah’s eyes, and her sense of threat was nearly gone.
When she t Hannah in person, she found it even more laughable. She didn’t take her seriously.
But now...
"Miss Lynch, for people like you, five million isn’t that much, right?" Hannah spoke indifferently, turning to look at her.
Arrogance filled Tiffany Lynch’s eyes, and she replied instinctively, "Of course."
For people of their status, five million was rely pocket change. She rembered even her family’s decorative artifacts were worth more.
Though her family’s wealth was not what it used to be, they could still afford a paltry sum of five million.
Hannah nodded, resting her head on her hand, and said no more.
For a billionaire president like George, five million was indeed a small sum. But to ordinary people, that sa amount was a fortune that could last a lifeti.
George was able to offer this sum simply because in his eyes, that was what the original personality was worth.
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