Chapter 1257: Chapter 1257: Whose House Has Collapsed Again?
——"You all only care about the marketing accounts’ fabrications; only I care about which male idol it is, whose house has collapsed again?"
Not long after the short essay was posted, many people turned their attention to the overdrawn male idol mentioned in the text, starting to dig into whose house had collapsed.
If this had happened two years ago, it would indeed have been hard to determine because those two years were the peak of the talent shows.
Whether it was boy groups or girl groups, there were over a dozen of them in all sizes, and an especially large number of idols.
But ever since Tiffany Lynch’s incident came to light, all those talent shows were halted at once, and nearly all the idols changed tracks.
Nowadays, there are only a few who can make a name for themselves as singing and dancing idols, and Lucy Taylor is one of them.
However, the one mentioned in the short essay is a male idol, which has absolutely nothing to do with female idols.
Of course, given Lucy Taylor’s current status, nobody dares to drag her down with them.
So the onlookers turned their attention to that new boy group that emerged a short while ago.
SN 9, which is the boy group John Lynch was part of.
He has now left the group, and even handed over his contract to Hannah.
Online, nobody knew that John Lynch had signed with Hannah’s studio; they thought the company saw potential in him and let him go solo.
But this time, the male idol scandal also implicated him.
It wasn’t that someone had concrete evidence, but that someone wanted to drag him down and use him as a shield.
The cause originated from a quarrel between SN 9’s captain Woody Harrison’s fans and John Lynch’s fans.
The two sides were fiercely arguing, and a bystander released evidence claiming that Woody Harrison was the one whose house had collapsed. Woody’s fans didn’t believe it and immediately blamed John Lynch.
John Lynch was shocked when he saw this news.
He was still at a drama audition, waiting quite far back in the line; it was not his turn yet.
So he called Hannah the moment he saw the message.
Not to ask for help, but because he was afraid she would believe it.
He wasn’t that kind of person; he wouldn’t mess around with relationships. All he wanted now was to cherish the opportunity Hannah had given him and to develop his career.
The moment the phone connected, he hurriedly started, "Hannah, it’s not, boss, those things weren’t done by me, I was framed... I..."
He was so flustered that his speech was incoherent. He had never felt such a strong emotional turmoil even when he was bullied in the group, but now his eyes were nearly red.
On the phone, there was a very young male voice.
Arnold Simmons was silent for a while, then he looked up at Hannah, who was still feeding Dacron snacks, and slowly said, "She’s busy, do you have something to say?"
He had seen the name on the cell phone, John Lynch.
It was the eighteen-year-old young male artist Hannah had previously signed.
On the other end of the phone, John Lynch was stunned for quite a while before he found his voice again, his hands cradling the phone, "Who are you?"
Arnold Simmons said, "I’m her fiancé, Arnold Simmons."
A simple introduction, but it scared John Lynch into hanging up the phone straight away.
Embarrassed and frightened by the slight shame that arose in his heart.
Arnold Simmons.
The first time he saw that man was on the news of the financial channel.
Worth hundreds of billions, maybe even more.
That was a height he could never attain in his lifetime.
Probably only such a man would be worthy of Hannah.
After the phone was hung up, Arnold Simmons did not show any annoyance; on the contrary, he was exceptionally calm as he met Hannah’s inquiring gaze and explained, "The call ended."
