"He is not like you."
With just one sentence, the man's eyes changed dramatically, filled with suppressed rage. His words came out laced with irresistible scorn, "True, there's no point in competing with a dead person. Someone like him, even hell would probably not give him peace."
Realizing his loss of control, he took a deep breath, regaining his usual icy demeanor, his words suddenly serious, "Hannah Winter, did you have a hand in this recent incident?"
Hannah raised an eyebrow, "Which incident are you referring to? My heart isn't so great, and I've been involved in plenty of misdeeds. I've started to wonder whether I will find peace in hell when my time comes."
She was regurgitating his words back at him.
Was this to vent her frustration for Arnold Simmons?
George River found it amusing, but there was no laughter in his voice. His voice was underpinned by a chill as he said, "The trending news story, are you going after Tiffany?"
Hannah glanced at him but did not refute.
