Chapter 665: Chapter 665: Truly Pitiful
Benjamin Wilson thought of that man, if it weren’t for someone finding a seemingly valuable watch on him, everyone would have preferred to think of him as a wild man from the mountains.
Or perhaps he had escaped from another village.
After all, when the man arrived, he was covered in blood. However, he had a handsome face, much better looking than many movie stars on TV.
If not for that, he wouldn’t have caught the eye of the village widow. Unfortunately, the man had become a fool as soon as he regained consciousness.
The villagers often teased and beat the man in their spare time, treating him like a beggar, his status even lower than that of the pigs and dogs in the village.
He survived by picking up garbage and finding something to eat.
No one cared about his life or death, just before the arrival of the TV crew, the village head had instructed Benjamin Wilson to keep an eye on the man.
Benjamin Wilson initially locked the man in a room, but surprisingly, he managed to escape. Not only that, but he also coincidentally ended up with the TV crew. Luckily, he was a fool and couldn’t speak.
The village head obviously did not want to elaborate on this matter. He put out his pipe, looked over with a warning gaze, "Don’t bring this up again."
The surroundings of the courtyard had once again fallen into silence.
After seeing off the last of James Landon, Hannah was the only one left walking to the courtyard.
She returned to the storeroom, and not long after, she walked out again, this time with something in her hand.
She walked to the side of the wall where there was a gap just big enough for a person to pass through. It was well hidden, concealed behind a pile of firewood, with brick blocks placed against it.
The moon was as cold as water, a breeze brushed past, rustling the leaves.
She squatted down, her long, soft black hair slid over her shoulders, under the moonlight, her delicate face was like a seductive flower blooming under the moon, the only color in the desolate ruins.
Noble, and pure, nearly blinding to look at.
The man seemed to shrink back a little, his eyelids drooping, unable to look directly at her.
"Aw, you’re really pitiful."
In the night sky, a soft sigh echoed, filled with a faint hint of laughter, gently falling into the ears like a feather, tickling the earlobes.
From the corner of the eye, a glimpse of soft, delicate white skin could be seen, as beautiful as premium mutton-fat jade, without a single blemish.
Hannah stood up, looked at the moon hidden by the dark clouds, yawning, before she turned and left.
She didn’t take another look, just a smile hanging at the corner of her lips, humming an unknown tune softly, cheerful and ethereal.
Strangely familiar.
For a long time.
Until the night sky was devoid of starlight and the croaking of frogs could be heard from the rice fields, there was movement in the corner.
A hand covered in mud and scars reached out from the depth of the firewood.
Quickly.
The small piece of cake left behind intentionally by Hannah was gone without a trace.
*
Early the next day, while preparing for the shooting, an unexpected visitor arrived.
Hilary Quin, who had left midway, suddenly appeared again.
With her short skirt and red lips, big curls in her hair, and holding a designer bag, she looked more like she was here to visit a luxury store than to participate in the program.
Her gaze immediately fell on Hannah leaning on the door frame.
Without makeup, she looked relaxed, still sleepy, but even so, one could hardly dare to look closely, she was truly astonishing.
Hannah wasn’t surprised at Hilary Quin’s sudden arrival, instead, she waved at her smilingly, George Quach standing coldly beside her.
Hilary Quin sneered, turned her head, and continued talking to Matthew Quach by her side.
Matthew Quach has his own temper. He had already discussed with Hilary Quin’s company before and signed the contract.
