Chapter 704: Chapter 704: Can’t Do It
Just two more words, "Be obedient."
But it was these two words that finally got the mischievous child to grudgingly accept the task card, smoothing his rebellious streak.
Once everyone else had left, the courtyard fell quiet. Only Hannah remained, locked in a battle of wills with a ball of clay.
Her task for today was to successfully fire three pottery jars. Only once they were made and functional would the task be considered complete.
Hannah was not a patient person; sitting quietly for ten minutes was already pushing her limits.
If she’d known it would be like this, she should have asked Louis Snyder to shape the jars before he left.
She rubbed her mildly aching wrist and waved over the closest worker.
He was a young man in his twenties, lugging a heavy camera on his shoulder, but he blushed shyly when Hannah addressed him, "Ms... Ms.Winter, is there something wrong?"
Hannah stretched out her hand, almost touched her face, then realized it wasn’t necessary and dropped her hand. She smiled at the young man, "Hey, come a little closer."
The youth glanced at Hannah and silently moved half a step closer.
Hannah frowned, and commanded, "Even closer."
The youth lowered his head. "I... I can’t."
"What’s there to be scared of? I won’t bite." Hannah was puzzled, but seeing the youth’s extreme embarrassment, she decided not to press him. She raised her little face, "Look closely at me, did my make-up smudge?"
The young man was stunned. Clearly, he hadn’t expected Hannah to call him over for this.
But when Hannah’s gaze pushed him, he eagerly examined her face, albeit only through his camera lens.
Through the lens, her porcelain-like face still looked exquisitely perfect. Her light makeup gave her an ethereal charm, her beauty exuding both sophistication and allure. The glint in her eyes, like a meteor racing across the night sky, was hauntingly beautiful.
Now the youth finally understood why, out of all the good-looking people in their circle, only she was given the title "Goddess."
Awaiting his response, Hannah got a bit irritated. She knew something was off with her makeup but couldn’t find a mirror, so she hurriedly asked, "Is it smudged or not?"
The young man finally registered the question and quickly shook his head. "No... it’s not smudged."
She gave a small smile. "Good boy. Thank you."
The young man just nodded, looking both shy and embarrassed.
Assured her appearance was still flawless, Hannah was pleased and her smile broadened.
With her mood lifted, she felt inclined to glance at the lump of clay in her hand again.
Five minutes later, Hannah was again agitated. She tossed the piece of clay onto the table, declaring, "I can’t do this anymore. It’s over."
This was the first time Hannah had lost her temper after such a long recording session.
In any other show, the editors might have taken this opportunity to paint her as a "diva" in the next episode, but no one dared because of George Quach’s earlier instruction.
The young man who’d interacted with Hannah hurriedly whispered a reminder, "If you don’t finish the task, you won’t get ingredients to make dinner tonight."
Hannah sighed, leaning back in her chair, and stared towards the entrance.
After a while, she abruptly gestured to someone outside the door to come in. She had a beaming smile on her face.
This sent a chill down the spine of the staff members who were facing away from the door.
Perhaps it’s a primal instinct, to feel uneasy when someone is staring at your back.
When one of them turned their head to look, he was instantly petrified.
