Chapter 905: Chapter 905: Not Focusing on Proper Work_1
After all, big shots have money.
What surprised everyone was that the new director chosen was a newcomer whose name they had never even heard of.
Of course, there were those who had heard the name, but it was precisely because they had that they were even more shocked.
"Jack Stewart? Isn’t he Hannah Winter’s agent?"
"I thought they were serious about making a movie, but this situation looks more like a hobby."
"What does it matter if it’s just a hobby? With a wealthy patron behind Hannah Winter, it wouldn’t be strange if she directed the movie herself."
"That’s not quite right; I heard from my brother’s friend’s roommate that Jack Stewart seems to be a schoolmate of Hannah Winter, majoring in Directing."
"I don’t understand; who is promoting whom here?"
"Can’t you see? The patron promotes Hannah Winter, and Hannah Winter promotes her own people. Oh boy, she sure knows how to play the game of the entertainment industry."
To be honest, not just the people in the industry were stunned.
Even Jack Stewart himself couldn’t believe it when he received the news.
He stood in place for a long time without snapping back to reality.
After a while, he rubbed his somewhat dry eyes and looked at the person lazily leaning on the sofa playing video games, and said, "Hannah Winter, are you serious?"
It was rare for him to call her by her full name; he was more shocked than angry.
Perceiving that Jack Stewart was angry, Hannah quickly threw away her phone and held her little face with an innocent and pitiable look, "Jack Stewart, isn’t being a director what you’ve always wanted? Isn’t this your dream?"
Jack Stewart was almost amused by his own irritation, feeling an unnamed anger coursing through him.
In the end, it all went to his chest.
So oppressive he could hardly stand it.
"Hannah Winter, have you really decided to let me go?"
He opened his eyes, which now had a few more red threads, looking like he had been busy and tired lately.
Because Jack Stewart always worried about others, all of Hannah’s schedules and contract negotiations had to be personally reviewed and checked by him.
There were few agents as responsible as he was.
Others would wish they could handle more artists and just lay back to make money.
But Jack Stewart was different.
It was precisely because of this difference that Hannah did not want him to always be just her agent.
Hannah reached out and lightly touched Jack Stewart, who was brooding on one side.
When he didn’t respond, she grabbed onto his sleeve and tugged lightly, "Jack Stewart, you told me that being a director is your dream. Please don’t give up, okay?"
Jack Stewart’s expression paused for a moment, and he turned to look at Hannah. Seeing her soft smile, he forced himself to stay strong, "But I also said that I wanted to be your agent for life."
Hannah quietly objected, "Being an agent doesn’t stop you from being a director."
Jack Stewart glared at her, "Have you ever seen any director neglect their duties to become someone else’s agent?"
Hannah blinked, "You."
Jack Stewart paused, unable to rebut.
Especially when looking into those eyes.
They were too clear, as clear as melted snow.
He remembered something else and suddenly became serious again, mustering the courage to meet those eyes, taking a deep breath, "Hannah, tell me, have you been... been..."
He couldn’t get those two words out.
They stuck in his throat like a fishbone, making the tip of his nose tingle.
He stared at the person in front of him, not even daring to breathe, afraid he couldn’t hold back his tears.
"Are you talking about being kept?" Hannah didn’t seem to care and smiled sweetly, yet she spoke very seriously, "Jack Stewart, we are in a proper relationship."
Jack Stewart clenched his fists.
