Chapter 690: Chapter 690: For the Dream
The hand wasn’t as tender and delicate as he had imagined, instead, it was thin and bony.
He lowered his head, only to meet Matthew Quach’s gaze.
Matthew Quach expressionlessly withdrew his hand from Owen Hanson’s grip and disdainfully wiped his hand with a tissue.
The atmosphere grew awkward for a moment.
Hannah couldn’t help but laugh.
Her laughter drew Owen Hanson’s attention again. Watching her, he seemed somewhat mesmerized. His smile was ingratiating, confident of his own charm and handsome looks.
"If you’re so tired, why don’t you decline the upcoming schedules and take proper rest, instead of wearing yourself out?"
Hannah’s voice was soft and caring, but her words made Owen Hanson’s expression turn awkward.
He hadn’t expected Hannah to say something like that. He could only force a laugh and respond, "These are decisions made by the company, what can a small-time actor like me do?"
Hannah frowned, her eyes full of sympathy, "Is it really that miserable?"
Owen Hanson looked at Hannah’s radiant face and the sincerity in her eyes, he thought he had finally moved her. Unable to hold back, he leaned in and replied, "Yes."
This tactic of getting close to someone by self-pity had always been successful for Owen Hanson. He was adept at pulling it off and was supremely confident in his own charm.
Hannah merely nodded. She seemed to really pity Owen Hanson’s situation, but her voice was calm with a hint of a teasing smile, "If it’s that bad, why did you even choose this field?"
Owen Hanson was taken aback and broke into a slight sweat. He thought up numerous answers before finally solemnly replying, "Of course, it’s for my dream. Standing on stage has been my dream since childhood. Though the journey has been tiresome and even now I’ve suffered a lot, I’ve been persisting in chasing this dream."
He spoke in a grandiose manner, looming almost on the verge of tears, moved by his own words.
Hannah didn’t react much, but Matthew Quach sneered audibly.
A total lie.
Suffering, what suffering? Monetary woes?
Owen Hanson couldn’t help but feel angry at being belittled by a child, even though he tried to pacify himself. With Hannah present, he couldn’t lash out.
Hannah looked at Owen Hanson, his brow sweating, handed him a tissue.
Owen Hanson thought he had finally touched Hannah’s heart and quickly moved closer.
Catching a whiff of a faint fragrance, he was slightly entranced. But before his hand could make contact, Hannah already let go of the tissue.
The tissue floated gently and landed on Owen Hanson’s lap. Hannah chuckled softly, "For some people, when their income far exceeds their effort, maybe the existence of ’hardships’ is just a way to garner sympathy?"
There are many people who are both tired and pitiful, but there are those who can turn this"misery" into actual income.
The amazing "power of money".
But in this world, nothing is truly fair.
What a profound, mysterious saying.
Owen Hanson didn’t quite understand, but Hannah was already getting up.
When she reached the door and noticed that Matthew Quach hadn’t followed her, she turned and called him, "Matthew Quach."
"Coming."
Matthew Quach responded, then turned back to look at Owen Hanson. His face was youthful, but his voice carried a warning tone, "Keep your cunning tricks to yourself. Keep your distance from my sister, otherwise, I won’t let you off easily."
Owen Hanson was stunned, clearly not expecting such a side to this seven-year-old boy. His back was even covered in cold sweat.
