Especially the way the other relied on Hannah, it was as if proclaiming some sort of ownership.
Truly laughable.
He withdrew his gaze, suppressing the rage that the boy had stirred within him. He knew that the greatest threat at the moment was still Jackie Qualls.
Their eyes met again, both smiling, but while one's smile carried a cold sarcasm, the other's was elegantly gentle and soft.
George River stared at the opposite Jackie Qualls, his domineering demeanor as chilling as the frost, and spoke word by word, "It seems you really intend to compete with me for her?"
Jackie smiled lightly, picked up the coat from the ground, patting it on his arm. His gaze swept over Hannah's body before finally resting on the man in front of him, "Director River, I think you still haven't understood, ever since you abandoned Hannah a year ago, she no longer belongs to you."
