Chapter 1073: Chapter 1073 Can’t Do Anything
This time, Tiffany Lynch didn’t even dare to step out of her house, and even ordering takeout was done with utmost caution.
She had not anticipated that the seemingly innocent and harmless boy would act so ruthlessly, using his own fans to harm her.
Tiffany now loathed Louis Snyder and his fans to death. She really couldn’t understand what she had done to deserve Louis’s resentment, as they used to get along well, and she had noticed his admiration for her.
But now, in her predicament, she couldn’t even confront him face-to-face, she could only hide in her room.
Nightfall.
As the previously trending topics subsided, what followed was the album teaser for Hannah.
This album greatly differed from the previous ones, a fact that was evident from the teaser’s few seconds, leading with a sorrowful tone.
Five songs. Among them, three were composed and written by Hannah herself, while the remaining two were the work of James Landon, who also acted as the album’s producer.
Absolute quality assurance.
Even before the album’s release, it had already sparked heated discussions online. The comments section was free of controlled comments and insults, mostly positive remarks.
Even many bystanders expressed their anticipation for the album.
Hannah’s popularity and influence had soared to new heights compared to before, especially among the general public, whose goodwill skyrocketed.
——It’s revealed! So, the emperor in the previous song’s MV was actually played by Arnold Simmons, right?
——Coming over from the big guy’s Weibo, he’s truly modest, waiting for so long until Hannah finally gives him proper recognition. It wasn’t easy.
——She’s composing music, wow, so excited; I almost thought we wouldn’t get to hear her sing again!
——Just a few seconds of the teaser, and it’s already got me hooked!
——Will the MV feature Hannah and the big guy again? Can’t wait to see it, please don’t let it be tragic!
Tiffany frantically scrolled through these comments, the hatred and envy constantly tormenting her.
Yet as she read, she began to cry.
There had been a time when such accolades surrounded her, and everyone sought after her.
But these shining moments ceased to exist after her first performance on the same stage with Hannah.
From that moment on, wherever Hannah was, no one would notice Tiffany Lynch.
No one would say they looked alike, and even when she deliberately tried to imitate Hannah’s makeup, she would only invite mockery for "trying to paint a tiger, but ending up like a dog."
Why did it all turn out like this?
She thought, feeling lost.
George River, Jackie Qualls, Louis Snyder, Jimmy Simmons.
These men, who once professed to adore her, merely watched indifferently now, with some even taking the opportunity to add insult to injury.
Was their so-called admiration really so cheap?
If they loved her, shouldn’t they have been willing to give her everything, to love only her forever?
Why was their love so fickle!
Coming full circle, it seemed like everything had returned to the start. Even though she subconsciously felt it shouldn’t be like this, she was unable to change anything.
She regretted, regretted why she hadn’t killed Hannah when she had the chance, before Hannah could rise to fame.
If she were dead, would everything go back to the way it was?
Tiffany Lynch thought like someone possessed.
She was born noble, a lady from the lofty heights, not something ordinary people could compare with.
That’s what her parents always told her.
Whether during her childhood, or after she had entered the entertainment industry.
