Hannah lowered her head and gave a faint laugh, bitterness snaking through her voice. Her right hand gently caressed the unhealed wound in her palm, "George, could it be that you..."
"Hannah Winter." He suddenly cut her off, meeting her gaze, a thought crossing his mind. He steeled himself and coldly said, "I gave you an opportunity. It was you who failed to seize it."
During their time in Prideful, he had always treated her fairly. He even granted her the top-notch team that was originally planned for Tiffany.
If she had seized the opportunity to advance herself, she certainly wouldn't be a nobody today.
He owed her nothing.
From beginning to end, their relationship was a clear-cut transaction. It was she who overstepped the boundaries by foolishly fantasizing about being loved by him.
And contemplated harming Tiffany.
How could he tolerate this? Hannah was nothing more than a substitute to him.
