Coated with Honey: Wow, another grand performance.
Never Six Today: Did you all hear the female lead just provoke Hannah? She actually said that fake is fake. Is she implying that our Hannah is fake, right?
No Wife, No Command: What’s with the arrogance of this female lead? Look down on anyone she ets, does she think she’s a fairy?
His Husband, the Commander: You’re all focused on the scumbag man, am I the only one who noticed that the young man playing the violin is handso? Hannah actually had the heart to leave him behind and run off with that scumbag.
Passerby23456: I’m not late today, which one is the male and which one is the female in the Golden Lotus?
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Hannah ca out from the big hall, not far away under a tree, she saw George River who was standing there waiting for her.
He was wearing a dark suit, one hand in his pocket, the moonlight fell on half of his body, casting a glow. He stood tall and handso, attracting attention.
He silently watched her walk towards him with leisurely steps. Her black hair gently swept over her collarbone, the ruby earrings swaying with her movents, staining her with an inexplicable radiance.
George shifted his gaze away, his eyes full of suppressed irritation. He spoke, his voice as indifferent and distant as always, "You’ll refuse the recording of ’Shining Star Journey 2’ imdiately."
Hannah gently brushed her long hair, draping it lightly behind her, revealing her slender neck. Her voice was soft, asking only a single question, "Why?"
George was silent for a long ti.
Looking at the woman in front of him, he could still sll a familiar, faint scent.
It was a perfu Hannah used to often wear. He used to find the fragrance bland, but now it was a scent he was familiar with. To him, it seed to have beco more intense.
He frowned, making the decision for Hannah on his own, "If you don’t want to quit voluntarily, then I’ll help you."
After all, he had plenty of ways.
Upon hearing his words, the smile on Hannah’s lips receded significantly. She looked calmly at the handso man in front of her, her voice colder, "Director River, even if you are rich and powerful, you should give a reason. Deciding things for without any reason, isn’t that a bit too much?"
George’s expression faltered montarily, hearing the challenge in her voice. He stepped closer to the girl in front of him, looking down at her, "Having been by my side for so many years, you should know my temper. I won’t change my decisions."
Hannah crossed her arms in defiance. She hadn’t backed away one bit. She looked up at him, chuckling lightly, "Director River, are you worried that Miss Lynch and I will participate in the sa show, and that she won’t be able to compete with ?"
She laughed unrestrainedly, slightly raising her delicate eyebrows. The pair of glossy black eyes seed as if they could peer right into a person’s heart.
George frowned, "Tiffany will naturally not be outperford by you, she has no idea... "
She has no idea how much better she is than you.
His latter words were interrupted by the woman in front of him. She asked, her lips curled, "So what is it, Director River?"
George’s expression faltered, he couldn’t co up with a retort montarily.
Why doesn’t he want Hannah to participate in this show?
Is he concerned that she would be bullied without anyone to rely on?
As this thought flashed through his mind, he imdiately suppressed it.
Hannah seed to be out of patience, with a light sigh, her gaze swept over the furrowed brows of the man, her voice indifferent. "Let answer it for you. George River, you like ."
She didn’t call him the distant ’Director River’ or the intimate ’George’. She rely used his full na.
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