Chapter 1122: Chapter 1122: It’s My Post
Even he, as the agent, couldn’t fathom Louis Snyder’s thoughts.
Especially when it came to Hannah.
Brother Davis went to look for Louis.
Not at the Yarn Family residence, Louis had bought his own place—something known to very few.
Every time he visited, Brother Davis couldn’t help but comment, "You’re such a big star, you couldn’t buy a seaside villa, instead of holing up in this rundown neighborhood, with a second-hand house no less."
Louis was wearing slippers, with the hood of his sweatshirt up, as he stretched his hand to open the refrigerator door, "It’s safe."
Brother Davis still didn’t understand.
If safety was the concern, there were plenty of neighborhoods with good security, like the farther Vivid Courtyard Manor.
Quite a few stars lived there.
But Brother Davis didn’t come today to talk about that.
He turned to Louis, who had already sat down on the couch, and asked, "Did you have someone post that article online?"
Louis was sitting cross-legged, "Which article?"
Brother Davis replied, "The one about you and Hannah Winter."
Louis didn’t intend to hide it, "I had it posted."
Brother Davis instinctively wanted to give a lecture, but seeing the white bandage wrapped around Louis’s wrist, the words halted at the tip of his tongue.
He managed more than just Louis as an artist, but none of them had as promising a future as Louis.
Unable to scold, he could only advise, "I just don’t understand why you’re so fixated on Hannah Winter, with so many women in the world, why bother..."
"She’s different," Louis lowered his head, looking at his pale fingertips, and murmured, "This world will only have one Hannah. No one can replace her."
Brother Davis was at a loss for words.
Louis had a face that was extremely deceiving, pure and clean. Although he was close to twenty years old, he still carried a fullness of youthfulness, looking well-behaved and sunny when he smiled.
It made sense that his fans chased after him calling him "little brother" every day.
Unfortunately, all of it was just a facade.
The scarier thought was how such a person, once trapped in certain emotions, became even more formidable.
Brother Davis couldn’t figure out for the life of him what it was about Hannah that attracted Louis so much, let alone the deep feelings he had developed.
But he understood that it was no use trying to dissuade him, "Your fan club is making a huge ruckus, they’re all waiting for you to step forward and clarify things."
"There’s nothing to clarify," Louis said indifferently, "Let them think whatever they want."
Having said that, he took out his phone.
Half an hour ago, the online discussion about that article was fierce, and there were even suggestions questioning "if Hannah and Louis had known each other for a long time."
Louis had seen it.
He was delighted, even wanting to like that comment.
To let the whole world know that he and Hannah were the perfect match.
But he didn’t.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, but that he couldn’t.
Half an hour later, those comments were gone.
No, it wasn’t just the comments that were gone, the whole topic had disappeared.
The article couldn’t be searched for either.
In its place was a trending topic about Hannah liking Arnold Simmons’ secondary account.
There was a continuous stream of well-wishes below.
Brother Davis watched Louis’s actions and finally spoke up again to explain, "I came here today to tell you, Arnold’s side called and said..."
It was Arnold’s assistant who had made the call, and although it was just passing on a message, the cold and procedural tone revealed Arnold Simmons’s attitude.
Though their company held some standing in the industry, it was still far behind those big shots true to the business world.
