The thought had barely formed in his mind before he snuffed it out.
That was impossible, he knew Hannah Winter, and she was definitely not that kind of person.
George River snapped back to reality, his eyes red, his gaze fixed hard on the two people leaving. His fists clenched and released again and again, two or three times, but he couldn't make a move.
He seemed to have been frozen in place.
He could only watch, watch from afar.
Thud———
Someone bumped into him.
George River frowned, the man wore a hat, gripping his cellphone. Seeing that George was looking at him, he pulled down his hat and lowered his gaze.
In a deliberately muffled voice, he said, "Sorry, I'm in a hurry."
With that, Ethan Evans immediately headed in the direction where Hannah had left in quick steps.
He had been spying outside their room for most of the day, and now he had finally gotten photos of Hannah Winter, the stinking woman messing around with another man.
