A Whirlwind Marriage with the Beautiful CEO

Chapter 920 Hannah’s Condition

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Emmanuel’s words had a compelling force to them, but Hannah, after a moment of hesitation, just sneered, “Understand? Why should I understand? Why should I try to understand you? Have you ever tried to understand us?”

Emmanuel found himself at a loss to answer. It wasn’t that he hadn’t tried to understand Hannah and her family; he knew they needed a strong and stable Quillen family. Thus, they hoped Mackenzie’s husband would be a business tycoon who could provide protection and support. Clearly, he did not meet their expectations.

“Ms. Hannah, if there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave,” he said, keeping his responses brief. He didn’t want to address Hannah’s questions, nor did he want to stay here any longer, as he knew these discussions would yield no results. He was anxious to go home and check on his mother’s health.

In any case, he wouldn’t leave Mackenzie because of a few words from Hannah. He and Mackenzie had gone through so much together, and they had come a long way. He would never give up on their relationship so easily.

“Hold on,” Hannah called after him. If Emmanuel left now, she would have wasted her time. She was a big business owner in the beauty industry, and her time was valuable. She had rescheduled several important clients just to have this conversation with Emmanuel, and she couldn’t let it end so abruptly.

you have something else to discuss, Ms. Hannah?” Emmanuel remained calm, not treating

could introduce you to a woman you like, someone who fulfills your idea of love? Would you leave

afford to quarrel with her. He responded casually, “If there were a possibility like

second one, especially when he already had someone in his heart?! Women like Claudette Lenoir and Sarah Quillen were all exceptional, yet he didn’t have the

well, your words precisely!” Hannah responded as if she saw

and left the venue, unwilling to waste any

She picked up the drink on the table, downed it in one go, and was

“Chauffeur… chauffeur!”

“Ms. Hannah, what’s wrong?”

Take me

“Oh! Alright!”

Hannah was lying in a bed at Beacon Hospital, and it was