Home No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore! Chapter 675: Does He Really Like You?

No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!

Chapter 675: Does He Really Like You?
  • Prev Chapter
  • Background
    Font family
    Font size
    Line hieght
    Full frame
    No line breaks
    Text to Speech
  • Next Chapter

Chapter 675: Chapter 675: Does He Really Like You?

His voice seemed considerably softer, "It is..."

He was somewhat in disbelief.

However, Hannah reached out and took the envelope from George’s hand, instantly recognizing those three words.

——Jackie Qualls.

Two pages of the letter were filled with a thousand words, most of which were compliments about her, apart from the last paragraph.

Hannah originally intended to rip it out of anger, but among all the letters she received, Jackie’s writing was unparalleled, even the few members from the Praise Team that she valued the most couldn’t compare to him.

Reluctant to destroy it.

She puffed up her cheeks, somewhat angry, "If it wasn’t for that last paragraph, I would have really liked to keep this letter."

George trailed behind her, upon seeing this, spoke casually without thinking, "Does Jackie Qualls really like you?"

"Didn’t he write that in the letter?" Hannah answered, then laughed after a moment’s thought, "But you can never trust a man’s words. Today he loves this, and tomorrow who knows who else he’ll love. But it’s hard for him to actually hit the mark, learning to please me, if it weren’t for the good writing beforehand, I would have torn this letter long ago."

The more she thought about it, the more regretful she felt.

Eventually, she manually deleted the last paragraph, just to stop seeing it and feeling annoyed.

A simple compliment would have been enough, there was no need to unnecessarily confess his admiration.

It’s not as if it’s worth anything.

Without that last piece of nonsense, by reading through the whole thing, her mood improved considerably.

When George led Hannah to her door, he saw a waiting Matthew Quach.

Matthew was initially very excited to see Hannah, eager to greet her. However, when he saw George behind Hannah, his expression instantly fell.

Again, he was trying to act mature beyond his years.

He ignored George, instead turned to Hannah, "What are you reading?" when he saw her holding a letter.

Hannah was enjoying the beautiful sentences written by her fans. She was in such a good mood that her voice sounded lively, "Just reading some compliments about me."

Matthew frowned, "You’re so narcissistic."

Hannah scoffed, "What would a little brat like you understand."

Having said that, Hannah was about to go inside, but she turned back to bid George farewell, "Thank you for today. Would you like to come in for a drink of water?"

Although it was just a polite offer, Matthew leapt out, staring at George with suspicion, "You’re not allowed inside. Do you, as a producer, not know to avoid the potential scandal of a man and a woman alone together late at night?"

George was taken aback, his earlobes reddened somewhat, "My fault, I’ll keep that in mind."

Although sincere, Matthew was not buying it.

Hannah’s face slightly darkened, "Don’t you dare talk to my messenger like that. If he avoids me, who else will read and deliver letters for me, you?"

Matthew was fuming with anger, "Fine, I’ll do it then. You’re forbidden from being alone with this man anymore. He obviously has bad intentions, and yet here you are, naively walking towards him."

George’s face turned even redder. He tried to clarify, "I’m not..."

Before he could finish, Matthew gave him a hard glare, then forcefully shut the door with a "bang."

George was left in the cold.

Although the wooden door had been repaired, it was only half its original height. George took advantage of his height and waved at Hannah inside, "I’m really sorry for today, next time when there’s a letter, I’ll read it for you."

She was divided from him by a fence, Hannah waved back at George outside the door, about to say something when her line of sight was blocked by Matthew.

However, the short teenager, who was just over one meter tall, had climbed onto a stool, just enough to block George’s line of sight.

Use arrow keys (or A / D) to PREV/NEXT chapter