"Let's all go in first," Jimmy Simmons said.
Seeing Arnold Simmons speak up, the crowd dared to move inside.
At that moment, though feeling somewhat uneasy, Third Granduncle couldn't help but scheme.
Others advised him to tone it down, after all, Arnold Simmons was known as a madman who never cared for blood relations.
Accustomed to pride, Third Granduncle, despite feeling insecure, still forced a composed demeanor, sneering, "How can he completely disregard the fact that I am his elder?"
The person shook their head, seeing his manner, they didn't bother to persuade any further.
From the beginning to the end, Jimmy Simmons just stood aside, greeted Hannah with a nod, and then retreated to a corner.
His dark pupils narrowed slightly as he watched Arnold Simmons' back.
Those eyes were filled with a bloodthirsty hatred.
But there was an unusual quietness.
In truth, the Simmons Family could not be considered a traditional family business; it had long since scattered.
