Hannah's disguise was too profound, even Arnold Simmons couldn't fully discern the woman before him.
Was she a delicate rabbit, blinded by love, or a crafty fox, manipulating people at will?
Arnold couldn't tell, and the fact only increased his feeling that things were gradually slipping out of his control.
Clap——
The silver matte lighter was opened again, the brief flame it lit seemed like the only light source in the entire space.
The warm glow reflected in the girl's crystalline eyes made them even more dazzling and clear.
Hannah could almost feel the warmth from the flame.
The cigarette on his fingertips was lit, a strong tobacco scent spread in the air.
Hannah knew, Arnold was angry.
Maybe because she had deceived him?
After a while, the man suddenly chuckled. His voice was a bit hoarse, his eyes blazing with a hint of menace. "I've underestimated Miss Winter. She's got all the tricks up her sleeve, impressive indeed."
