Chapter 17

Back then, Shawn had confidently said, "Hannah, whether we get the investment or not, we must stay honest and run our business with integrity. We’ll never take shortcuts or engage in anything illegal."

Hannah covered her face with her hands. What words could she truly believe anymore? After all, people could change beyond recognition—what was a promise compared to that?

Shawn went to the store that sold Hannah's favorite sweet taro dessert, which was quite far from No.1 Mansion. He hurried back in the night.

But by the time he returned, Hannah was already fast asleep.

Shawn stood by her bedside with a look of affection and sighed softly. "You little sleepyhead."

Noticing the room felt a bit chilly from the air circulation, he carefully tucked the blanket around her.

He then gently kissed her forehead. "Sweet dreams, Hannah."

Just as he closed the door behind him, Hannah's eyes opened. She furiously rubbed her forehead, almost rubbing her delicate skin raw.

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Hannah finally got a hold