Chapter 703: Chapter 703: Up to You
Another one jokingly said, "She’s almost twenty. How innocent can she be? Only fans believe in such things. Hannah Winter is universally acknowledged as beautiful. Even the film king is attracted, what can Louis Snyder amount to? It’s really those fans who love to stir up trouble."
I don’t know what’s going on with this circle. If the man is at fault, then the woman must have seduced him into a trap. If both are at fault, then the woman can’t wait to give herself away. If the woman is at fault, well, that’s even better, just sentence her to "death".
What a joke.
Everyone was chattering non-stop, engrossed in their gossip. "By the way, wasn’t it mentioned that the film king was coming as our guest? When the three of them gather together, it will be even more..."
Before anyone could finish, someone forcefully coughed twice.
The person speaking hadn’t noticed and asked, "What’s wrong with your voice?"
George Quach quietly walked in, looking unusually cold. "What are you all doing here? Don’t you have work to do?"
His single sentence instantly "woke" everyone up. One after another, they dispersed and returned to their positions.
George Quach walked over and inspected the screen, his eyebrows furrowed. He casually asked someone, "Has Louis spent all day with Hannah?"
Perhaps the wrath of a usually mild-tempered person can be intimidating, the staff members trembled and nodded. "Yes...yes."
George Quach contemplated for a moment, "Find someone to give Louis an additional task to separate the two of them."
The staff member was taken aback.
After all, it was rare for George Quach to meddle in the guests’ performances, let alone intervene directly like this.
But since George Quach commanded it, they had to follow through.
Hence, Louis, who received a separate task, didn’t take it well, "Hannah, I have to go."
Hannah didn’t lift her head, focusing on her own task, "Go. No goodbyes necessary."
Could it be any colder?
With a sigh, Louis squatted next to Hannah and helped clean the mud off her sleeve. "Won’t you try to stop me?"
Hannah finally looked up at him, a smile that lingered in the young man’s eyes for just an instant. "If you don’t leave now and fail to complete your task, you will have no dinner tonight."
She didn’t care whether Louis stayed or left.
Chuckling, Louis stood up, "Can I take this as a sign that you care about me?"
Hannah focused on the lump of clay in her hands. "Whatever you say."
That sentence again.
She was humoring him.
Despite this, Louis still had a big smile on his face. Probably because Hannah had deigned to pay him some attention.
Maybe this is what Hannah called "pathetic".
You didn’t treasure when you had the chance, and once you fell out of favor, you fought desperately to get back in. Even when you were mistreated, you were ecstatic.
When Louis left, the happiest person was Matthew Quach.
He was so elated, he almost set off a few firecrackers on the spot. A guy a bit older than him had the audacity to follow Hannah around and call her "sister".
Shameless! Unscrupulous!
Unfortunately, his happiness only lasted a short time before he was informed that he and other people had to go out to complete an additional task.
He turned his back, cold-faced, refusing to accept the mission card.
The staff member had no choice but to look to Hannah for help.
Matthew Quach was a handful, the only person who could manage him was likely Hannah.
Hannah’s attitude towards Matthew Quach was almost exactly the same as it was towards Louis.
