If it was before, he might have tried to persuade Tiffany Lynch with a few words. But now, when he thought of her going on strike and making a scene, his anger flared up. He bluntly walked away.
He didn't plan to meddle.
Hannah lowered her head, her eyes falling on Tiffany Lynch's light yellow dress, a thoughtful look on her face.
Tiffany Lynch thought it was envy and was thrilled to say, "This is a new style from R's summer collection. George bought this especially for me, it's the only one in the city. I initially said I didn't want it, but George insisted it suited me wonderfully."
A hint of shy pleasure was shining through her face, fearing that others wouldn't know how much George River dotes on her.
But Hannah suddenly sighed, "Miss Lynch, aren't you worried that wearing so much might cause a heat stroke?"
Her tone was concerned.