Thomas Sanders sat next to Arnold Simmons, idly twirling a pen in his hand, occasionally craning his neck to sneak a peek at what Arnold was doing.
From the end of the meeting until ten minutes after, he had been glued to his phone.
Was the phone really that interesting?
Arnold bent his head, his finger paused on the last message Hannah had sent.
Probably thinking about his feisty little fiancée, he found it amusing and replied with a message.
——No, just saying you're pretty and cute.
Message clicked and sent.
Thomas sat beside him, struggling to restrain his raging gossip flame.
He had met Hannah before.
The first encounter had been at Arnold's villa.
She was a stunning, spirited young woman in a red dress, standing confidently in front of people.
With her fair skin, red lips, and black hair, she was breathtakingly beautiful.
Even a seasoned playboy like him felt his heart stir; if the timing had been right, he might have fallen for her.
