Seeing this, Lucy also couldn’t help laughing, "Serves her right. She was so arrogant on the show. Before you ca back, I didn’t realize it, but Tiffany Lynch monopolized a room by herself. She even said when you returned, you should stay in a basent servant room. It really pissed off. Every day she’s pushing her ’Eldest Miss’ persona, insisting she can’t share a room with anyone."
Lucy mimics Tiffany Lynch’s tone for the last sentence, then cannot help but laugh at her own mimicry.
Sunny Lee, who is on one side, nods fervently in agreent.
Not only do the netizens dislike Tiffany Lynch’s behavior on the show, they cannot stand it themselves. Yet they have to stifle their feelings when facing the cara.
But now, it’s great, Hannah’s back.
After bidding the two farewell, Hannah ran into Adam Landon before leaving and got the list of guests flying in the next day from him.
There are two familiar faces on the list, and the rest are likely mbers of the boy band that made it big last season.
A boy band and a girl group filming a show together is indeed quite a talking point.
*
After leaving the villa, Hannah got directly into a black sedan parked on the side of the road.
As soon as the car door opened, Hannah flung herself into the man’s arms and affectionately uttered, "Arnold Simmons."
The man casually closed the car door and instructed the driver to start driving.
Hannah looked up and finally noticed Oliver Taylor sitting in the driver seat and waved at him familiarly, "Taylor, long ti no see."
Oliver Taylor was so frightened, he nearly broke out in a sweat and his voice trembled as he stuttered, "M... Miss Winter, it hasn’t been that long."
Hannah got up from the man’s arms, pretending to be angry, "Why are you still calling Miss Winter? So distant! After all, we have had a monetary relationship."
At her words, Oliver Taylor nearly lost his grip on the steering wheel from fright. Luckily, his skills are steady.
Although the car remained steady, his heart was wildly racing and sweat began to break out.
He felt helpless.
Just then, the man’s deep voice laden with chilliness sounded, "What monetary relationship?"
Arnold Simmons looked down at the girl in his arms with a gaze that hinted at an imminent thunderstorm.
Unaware of any danger, Hannah looped her arm around his neck, pecking his lips with soft pecks. She was like a little bird, coming in for several pecks when one was not enough.
The sweetness in the backseat felt miles away from Oliver Taylor in the driver’s seat.
Taking advantage of the red light to wipe the sweat from his forehead he said, "Master, don’t overthink it. It’s just that Miss Winter has sent a few red packets, nothing more."
He really wanted to flee but did not dare to move.
Arnold Simmons glanced coldly at Oliver Taylor in the front seat and retracted his gaze, only to grab the girl in his arms and ask, "Is that so?"
The girl covered her mouth to laugh, then whispered into the man’s ear, "Arnold Simmons, you’re jealous again! So sour."
She took advantage of the situation to tease him, as if grabbing a tiger’s tail. Absorbed in her enjoynt, she had no idea danger was lurking.
Arnold Simmons took a deep breath.
He felt helpless. This young lady was becoming more and more willful. Before, she rely tested his limits, but now she started to act without any restraint, probably ready to ss around on his head tomorrow.
Feeling a soft groan in his arms.
Arnold Simmons subconsciously raised his hand to straighten the girl and gently patted her back.
Well... maybe it won’t take until tomorrow.
Feeling drowsy, Hannah subconsciously tugged at the collar of Arnold Simmon’s attire, mumbling, "Arnold Simmons, I have to go out of town for a shoot tomorrow. You have to behave at ho."
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