It was even ridiculed as being worse than a kindergarten recital.
Halfway through, Hannah turned her head as if something caught her attention.
The party continued as usual, with a piano tune echoing; it was the most bustling time.
She diverted her gaze, turned off her cell phone and got up to leave.
*
The evening breeze was gently cool. The door to the rooftop was ajar, and intermittent voices of conversation could be heard from inside.
"The Simmons Clan is already at its weakest. If it wasn't for the unexpected interference, it would have been ours long ago."
"Have the identity of the person been found out?"
"No, we've done our best. The person's actions are strange, it doesn't seem like the methods of the noble families. But recently, most of the projects in Simmons Clan's hands have been problematic, and they're already financially strapped. We only need to..."
George River's brows furrowed, looking at the middle-aged man in front of him with a cold gaze, "It better be."
