He gently flicked the cigarette in his fingers, dropping a bit of ash, and asked, "How old are you this year?"
"Twenty."
Hannah answered, her voice slightly soft and sowhat raspy.
It seems like she’d drunk quite a bit at the banquet just now.
"Twenty." The man chuckled lightly, stroking the silver lighter in his hand, "Not so young."
"Did you co here to play?"
"No." Hannah shook her head, "I ca to take a shortcut, looking for a film to shoot."
Hearing these words, Arnold Simmons laughed a little, saying, "At least you’re honest."
Arnold Simmons also only just past his early twenties, at most a handful of years older than Hannah, but his every movent and action already bore the steadiness and sophistication of maturity.
In this world of fa and wealth, he had seen far too many people with ulterior motives, both n and won.
Most n tried to curry favor with him for company benefits, and won... so were after money, so were after resources.
People with clear intentions to take the backdoor and find a sugar daddy certainly existed, but none were as unoffensive as the young girl before him.
Most people’s eyes bore the cunning and hypocrisy that was plainly visible at a glance.
He didn’t like it, so naturally, he wasn’t willing to hang around them.
However, the young girl was different. She was ambitious but carried a touch of innocence. It reminded him of a mountain spring flowing in the night darkness, carrying the dense hues of the night yet remaining pure and spirited at its core.
Indeed, it did justice to her beautiful eyes. They were not wasted.
Arnold Simmons removed the cigarette from his lips, thin lips parting as he exhaled plus of smoke, dispersed gently onto Hannah’s face. Looking at Hannah, his gaze beca slightly deeper, "Which film are you interested in?"
Hannah laughed lightly, moved a few steps forward, standing in front of Arnold Simmons, and gently uttered two words, "Falling Spring."
Hearing her words, Arnold’s hand holding the cigarette paused, the corners of his lips involuntarily curling into a smirk, "As far as I know, the major female roles in ’Falling Spring’ have already been decided. Is it because of your boyfriend?"
Hannah nodded her head, knowing he was referring to Louis Snyder. After so thought, she decided to explain, "Not exactly a boyfriend, more of a good younger brother."
"A younger brother?" Arnold Simmons uttered these two words with a certain depth of aning, "Falling Spring is funded by the Taylor Family. But I noticed Oliver Taylor didn’t seem particularly interested in you earlier. Seems like this trip might be in vain."
Arnold Simmons lied. They were both n, and he could tell at a glance whether Oliver Taylor was interested in Hannah. Given Oliver’s attitude, as long as the girl used so tricks, he would probably replace the lead actress.
Only a sha... the girl was love-struck.
Arnold Simmons assud that Hannah would be disheartened, but unexpectedly, she not only showed no signs of sadness, she walked up to him and looked at him straightforwardly with her cat-like eyes.
Her cheeks were still slightly red from the alcohol, looking like the finest rouge. Her nose was also slightly red, like a lost kitten, her voice was hoarse and soft, "Mr. Simmons, I know, Young Master Taylor listens to you."
Arnold Simmons was taken aback, not anticipating that the young girl would be so insightful.
People in the circle only knew that he was close to the Taylor family and thought they only had business dealings. But in fact, he beca close to Oliver Taylor many years ago.
And indeed, Oliver Taylor did listen to him.
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