"I always thought Crystal Quach couldn’t be that amazing, choosing a Jackie Qualls who beca Best Actor. Could it be that we’ve got a Best Actress on our hands now? Looking at it now, next year’s award for our leading lady is in the bag!"
Thomas Campbell rarely held such high regard for soone; even for Jackie Qualls, who later beca an award-winning actor, had never received such treatnt. At most, he was comnted as a ’promising talent’.
Among Thomas Campbell’s close friends who are also renowned directors, hearing such a statent, they didn’t disbelieve it but found it exaggerated. They intentionally prodded further, "Really that amazing? Don’t tell Old Campbell is just boasting?"
"Boasting my ass!" Thomas Campbell’s temper flared instantly, "I’ll tell you, you can’t find many actresses who are both so beautiful and so talented at acting. I see you’re just green with envy!"
Several old friends didn’t take offense but listened intently to Thomas Campbell’s confident tone, growing more attentive and curious about Hannah in their minds.
Although the filming for the production had wrapped up, there was still so ti to go before the final cut of the film was produced.
At the premiere, the truth would reveal itself.
Thomas Campbell, being generous, swept his hand magnanimously at the wrap party, and booked the entire top floor of the clubhouse for the occasion.
At the mont, the top floor glittered with intermingling lights, the air aromatic with alcohol.
After the party dissipated, several people helped the inebriated Thomas Campbell leave first.
There were also a few directors invited by Thomas Campbell who asked for Hannah’s contact details, saying they hoped for a chance to collaborate in the future.
This was out of respect for Thomas Campbell.
Hannah’s assistant, witnessing such a grand spectacle for the first ti, was still in a daze after watching people leave and said, "Sis, you’re really going to be famous this ti with so many top directors..."
Hannah leaned lazily against the wall, her eyes half-closed, and chuckled lightly, "Your sister is already quite hot right now."
"That is true." The assistant ca to her senses, fumbled in her backpack and giggled, "But this is really different, all these top directors... others would be so jealous if they knew."
Especially now, Tiffany Lynch’s fans have been making a fuss, a bunch of them changed their profile pictures to urge her to join a production and start filming.
But what did the fans know, it wasn’t that Tiffany Lynch didn’t want to act. It’s just that she was too proud, always thinking about surpassing Hannah.
Seeing Hannah take on Thomas Campbell’s film, she just casually joined so unknown small production team, which of course led to delays up to now.
At the wrap party, so left early, while others were ready to party all night. Even though most had gone, the place remained lively.
After sending the assistant ho, Hannah stayed at the party a little longer, calculating the ti before coming down from upstairs.
The security around the clubhouse was excellent, and except for mbers and those invited, no one else could get close. Many production teams and actors chose to gather here.
Of course, so deals not suitable for public view were also made here.
At the entrance of the clubhouse, Hannah stood alone.
The night was deep, and the occasional cool breeze that blew past her black skirt made it ripple in layers, revealing her slender and pale legs.
Bright as cold jade, with a faint fragrance.
February had just passed, and the weather turned even colder. At night, it often rained.
In the distance, the festive air was fading, like the diluted red of a pogranate, leaving only a thin layer.
"Standing here alone, aren’t you cold?"
A clear and lodious male voice drifted over.
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