Arnold Simmons remained unflustered, but the grip on the girl's hand tightened quietly.
Thomas Sanders' eyes bulged, and his mouth opened wide as he looked at Arnold, "Holy crap, you've been taken care of, is it that thrilling?"
Faced with his little girl's winking at him, Arnold could only helplessly and indulgently respond affirmatively, as if confirming Hannah's words.
His gaze towards Thomas Sanders was serene, but it only wavered slightly when he looked at Hannah again, "He's called Thomas Sanders, one of my subordinates… not any kind of big brother."
Clearly, jealousy was seeping out, yet the man managed to show no hint of it on his face.
Hannah nodded her head, treating him as if indulging her own little child, "Alright, Thomas Sanders."
The little girl's voice was soft, and even changing the way she addressed him seemed to have no effect.
Arnold's expression was indifferent as he found Thomas Sanders increasingly superfluous.
