Hannah lifted her gaze to find Tyshawn wearing an ominous grin.


    What brought him to Hoijery? Wasn’t he supposed to be in Valmere?


    Hannah harbored strong dislike towards Tyshawn.


    ncing briefly at him, she turned away.


    Tyshawn sensed his pride wounded.


    His expression darkened.


    “Hannah, what’s your problem?”


    Hannah’s response was curt.


    “I have no interest in talking to you.


    ”


    Tyshawn snorted and gave Hannah a once-over.


    “I heard you went abroad.


    Were you forced to return because you’ve crossed the wrong people?”


    Hannah was here as Lydia’s shoppingpanion.


    She aimed to steer clear of any potential conflict, so she said inly, “Why does it matter to you?”


    Tyshawn thought he’d hit the nail on the head.


    He smirked, believing he had the upper hand.


    Tyshawn’s voice took on a slick tone.


    “What’s the point of choosing Bryson over me? Now I oversee the entire Mitchell Group! He is now on the edge of the group.


    Do you regret that… you didn’t choose me?”


    Hannah lifted her head and grinned at Tyshawn.


    “Do you not own a mirror at home?”


    Observing Tyshawn’s visage darken abruptly, Hannah’s smile grew brighter.


    “Take a good look in the mirror.


    How can you evenpare yourself to Bryson?”


    Upon hearing this, Tyshawn couldn’t resist reaching out to grasp Hannah’s wrist.


    “What nonsense are you talking about? How dare you!”


    However, before his hand could make contact with Hannah, a surge of pain shot through his wrist.


    “Damn it!”


    Desperate to retract his hand, Tyshawn found it tightly ensnared and impossible to withdraw.


    Dotson, previously seated beside Hannah, now stood beside her.


    With one hand gripping Tyshawn’s, he examined him sternly.This is the property of N?-velDrama.Org.


    “Is this how men behave in Cadilind?”


    “Men from Cadilind don’t bear the me.


    ” Hannah rested her chin on her hand, gazing at Tyshawn’s contorted expression with a smile.


    “Release me! You bastard!” Tyshawn’splexion paled with agony.


    “Who do you think you are? Do you know who I am? How dare youy hands on me?”


    Tyshawn’s wrist rattled.


    Dotson applied sudden pressure, causing Tyshawn to scream in sharp pain as his wrist throbbed.