"Let’s all go in first," Jimmy Simmons said.
Seeing Arnold Simmons speak up, the crowd dared to move inside.
At that mont, though feeling sowhat uneasy, Third Granduncle couldn’t help but sche.
Others advised him to tone it down, after all, Arnold Simmons was known as a madman who never cared for blood relations.
Accustod to pride, Third Granduncle, despite feeling insecure, still forced a composed deanor, sneering, "How can he completely disregard the fact that I am his elder?"
The person shook their head, seeing his manner, they didn’t bother to persuade any further.
From the beginning to the end, Jimmy Simmons just stood aside, greeted Hannah with a nod, and then retreated to a corner.
His dark pupils narrowed slightly as he watched Arnold Simmons’ back.
Those eyes were filled with a bloodthirsty hatred.
But there was an unusual quietness.
In truth, the Simmons Family could not be considered a traditional family business; it had long since scattered.
In Old Sir Simmons’ generation, the collateral branches of the Simmons Family could still scrape so benefits, and Old Sir Simmons turned a blind eye.
Jimmy Simmons’ father lacked Old Sir Simmons’ cunning and deep calculations, and could even be described as stolid and easily controlled.
Everyone had thought that with Jimmy’s father in charge, their days of prosperity were coming, and they might even have a place within the Simmons Clan.
Who would have known that in the end, the Simmons Clan would fall into Arnold Simmons’ hands.
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A so-called discussion, with each person harboring their own motives.
Especially the side branches of the Simmons Family, who rarely t Arnold Simmons, always sought to gain so benefit from him.
However, Arnold Simmons’ deanor was so cold that he was selective in his responses to their flattering and obsequious advances, and those who revealed their discontent were silenced by rely a glance from him, which made them break out in cold sweat.
Such a man, having held a high position for a long ti, had learned to remain unflappable in any situation, always projecting an aristocratic and elegant air, exuding an imposing aura in every move.
The crowd, rattled by Arnold Simmons’ indifferent attitude, could only turn their attention to Jimmy Simmons, pushing him forward to speak.
Jimmy knew all too well what these people were thinking. He usually loathed being used as a pawn by others, yet this ti he rely smiled, taking the initiative to say, "Didn’t Third Granduncle ntion before coming that he wanted to introduce a partner for uncle?"
Upon finishing, his gaze fell on Hannah, curious about her reaction.
As soon as the words were spoken, Third Granduncle coughed and assud an air of importance, "Indeed, there’s a younger cousin on my wife’s side, a beautiful girl who just graduated this year, with a..."
Perhaps the conversation eased him into relaxation, Third Granduncle showed intention of placing his own people close to Arnold Simmons.
Third Granduncle felt triumphant, thinking if this worked out, who held sway over the Simmons Family in the future was indeed uncertain.
But no matter what he said, Arnold Simmons gave no response, making the monologue seem awkward.
Soone boldly glanced over, only to see the man still carefully selecting pastries from the plate for the person beside him.
Osmanthus cake was rare this season, fragrant, sweet, and soft, lting sweetly in the mouth.
Hannah tried a piece and then patted Arnold Simmons’ arm, "I want that one."
In the quiet room, the girl’s soft voice suddenly stood out as particularly jarring, like a warm breeze suddenly blowing in the midst of winter.
Third Granduncle imdiately showed his displeasure.
Jimmy, however, silently observed the scene, cradling the lukewarm tea in his cup, bringing it to his lips, his mouth curving into a slight smile.
But Hannah acted as if totally oblivious, lightly scratching Arnold Simmons’ palm, and when he looked at her, she imdiately pouted, her pure black eyes brimming with sadness.
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