But he could not tolerate Hannah Winter staying by Arnold Simmons' side.
No... by anyone's side.
Even if he himself didn't want her, he wouldn't let anyone else lay a finger on her.
After waiting for a long time without seeing Hannah breaking down in tears, George River couldn't help but look over. However, the girl still acted as if nothing had happened calmly using her steak knife to cut a piece of beef on her plate.
Realizing his gaze, Hannah looked up, the sauce on her steak knife dyed red as blood.
She gave a light chuckle, "Mr.River, isn't it rather bad to curse your uncle?"
George's face turned pale, "You think I'm lying to you?"
Hannah casually averted her gaze, "What else could it be?"
She knew well whether the man she saved was dead or alive.
Frustrated, George's eyes turned blood red, enraged by Hannah's indifferent attitude.
She didn't believe a word he said.
Was Arnold Simmons so good that she placed all her trust in him?