Hannah: "Okay."
She nodded, then reached around the man's waist, sticking her hand into his pocket and pulling out a silver lighter. She smiled sweetly, "Stop smoking. It's not good for your health."
"Mm."
The man nodded and left.
The atmosphere only started to lighten when Arnold Simmons finally left.
George River stared at the gracefully slender beauty in front of him, no longer hiding his contempt, "Hannah Winter, I didn't expect you to really hook up with Arnold Simmons. Indeed, you're very crafty."
His words were forced out through clenched teeth.
Hannah acted as though she didn't care. She walked over and sat down, pouring herself a drink, then pouring one for George River. She held it up to him, "Want one?"
George River sneered and took the glass, draining it in one gulp.
Hannah simply smiled at the man's actions as she lightly swirled her glass, "You drank it so fast, weren't you worried I might have drugged it?"
Her smile was charming and coy, her allure laid bare.
