She was mistaken to be a little white bunny, but in reality, she was a sly cat.
He was completely fooled.
If it were old times, he might actually believe that his little girl truly loved such a boy just by looking at a photo.
But now...
The man fidgeted with the silver lighter in his hand, the crisp sound echoing especially clearly in the secluded study.
The orange light was reflected in his particularly profound eyes, like a phosphorescent ghost floating in abyss, revealing the dreadful beast within.
Bright as it is dim, it's equally chilling.
The scorching flame danced, longing to crawl up the man's hand, only to die down to tranquility at last.
"Sue all the rumor-spreading virtual accounts together," the man's voice sounded unusually calm, without any fluctuation but cold in essence.
The secretary nodded, knowing how important Arnold was to Hannah, reminded additionally, "Numerous netizens are attacking Miss Winter online, do we need to send warning letters from lawyers?"
