Chapter 311: Chapter 311: Not Bad Looking
An actress kindly reminded him, "This is Brother Taylor, the investor behind the drama you’re interested in. If you want to seize this opportunity, you’ll have to figure out a way yourself."
After speaking, the actress glanced again at the teenager beside her. Despite not meeting him for the first time, she couldn’t conceal the astonishment and infatuation in her eyes.
The boy was handsome, with a pair of clean, clear eyes, full of youthful charm. He was about to rise to stardom, only to be exploited by such a heartless agency.
The actress introduced him to this circle out of sympathy.
Louis Snyder hadn’t expected to run into Oliver Taylor here before he arrived.
He always remembered what Hannah had told him, but no matter what, he couldn’t bring himself to beg Oliver Taylor for a role.
Seeing this man again, what Louis recalled was the girl’s pale face.
Her eyes shimmering, biting her lips tight, eyes downcast, she was enduring, "Isn’t there any other way?"
What was his reply?
Ah, he said, sis, I want it.
Countless times, whenever Hannah Winter hesitated, he would resort to this reply. He was certain that Hannah, the silly woman, would relent. Once a woman softens, she’s willing to make any sacrifice.
But Hannah Winter was really too silly. Even when impatience and irritation were clear in his eyes, the silly woman would only foolishly say, "Alright."
It seemed as if the girl’s pale face remained before his eyes, the red corners of her eyes, and the meek yet restless eyes behind the mist.
The private room was filled with frolic and laughter. Off-key singing and dazzling lights harshly pulled Louis back from his memories into this deteriorating reality.
He wanted to turn around and leave, but it was as if his feet were rooted to the ground.
In stiff reluctance, he was pushed by the actress next to him up to Oliver Taylor.
The sudden appearance of the two also attracted the attention of everyone present.
Remembering Hannah’s request, Oliver Taylor glanced at the boy, then at the woman beside him, and asked, "A newcomer?"
He pretended not to know him.
The woman quickly nodded, seeing that Louis said nothing, she secretly criticized him for being shy and introduced him, "Not a newcomer. He’s acted in several dramas and was about to become famous before his agency discarded him."
The scene seemed strangely familiar.
Oliver Taylor put down his wine glass, and said with a laugh, "That’s a shame. He’s quite handsome."
At his words, several rich second-generation heirs immediately burst out laughing, and their eyes moved up and down on Louis, as if looking over a commodity.
They looked on with disdain and amusement.
But Louis could only stand there, receiving the commodifying glances from everyone, his hand clenched into a fist, his face pale, his eyes somber, forcing himself to endure this tremendous humiliation.
Never had he felt so degraded and wretched.
His eyes were downcast, his eyelashes fluttering. Half of his body was freezing cold, the other half burning hot. Every second felt like torment.
But the people’s ridicule echoed in his ears.
"He’s quite handsome and quite pure. Young Master Taylor, you’re not interested, are you?"
"Don’t be ridiculous. Young Master Taylor never messes with men. Though I don’t mind, haha..."
"He looks clean, but who knows how many times he’s been played with. Perhaps he’s wasted by now."
The derogatory comments were endless.
Louis’s heart grew heavier and heavier. He gradually calmed down from his initial sense of anger and shame.
He even wondered if Hannah Winter had once experienced what he was going through now.
