"Mr. Simmons, today is my first time performing on stage, don't forget to watch, okay?"
Hannah knew that her benefactor was busy making money, so she made sure to remind him to watch the live broadcast.
Arnold looked at the scenery flying by out of the car window, recalling George River's instigative words.
"You probably don't know how much Hannah Winter loves me. Even though she knows she's just a substitute, she is willing to stay by my side."
He took a deep breath, lowered the car window, and pulled out a cigarette from his pocket.
He lit it.
His rationality somewhat regained.
On the other end of the phone, Hannah, hearing the noise, frowned, "Mr. Simmons, you've started smoking again."
The man flicked the cigarette lightly with his fingertips, didn't deny it, and just hummed low in confirmation.
Hannah leaned against the wall, "Mr. Simmons, you're not in a good mood?"
