"How long are you planning to stay this ti?" she asked.
Jack Stewart thought about it. He had been living so freely this past year that he hadn’t really made any concrete plans. "Not sure. How about you? How long are you staying?"
Hannah always loved traveling. She had ntioned it back in college.
She said she wanted to travel the world soday, to see what it’s like out there. Otherwise, what’s the point of coming into this world?
"Probably until the New Year," Hannah guessed.
Arnold Simmons’ company still had so final work left to wrap up.
"You should stay too. During the New Year, let’s get everyone together," she suggested.
Later that night, when the gathering was over, everyone walked to the door together. Lucy Taylor hugged Hannah tightly, reluctant to let go.
Their original debut group had long gone separate ways. Even when they occasionally ran into each other, it was just a quick hello in passing. Now, only the two of them still kept in touch.
"Hannah, when you’re free, you absolutely have to co visit on set, okay?"
Lucy’s cheeks were flushed from drinking. She completely lacked her usual commanding and flamboyant presence on stage. Instead of her cool, sharp comnts, she was now pouting and acting coy.
Hannah reached out and patted her head. "Sure, just send your schedule. I promise I’ll co."
"You better not break your promise," Lucy said as she leaned her head on Hannah’s shoulder, gazing at her longingly.
The alcohol had definitely dulled her senses.
Hannah nodded. "I won’t."
Lucy, thoroughly tipsy, was led off by her assistant. Most of the others were in a similar state.
Hannah had already noticed the black sedan parked by the roadside earlier.
After bidding the others goodbye, she jogged over toward it.
The car door opened and then closed. A playful, girlish voice floated out into the night air. "When did you get here?"
The car drove off, getting smaller and smaller until it disappeared completely into the dark night.
Jack Stewart retracted his gaze, pulled his hood up over his head, shoved his hands in his pockets, and said to the others, "I’m heading out."
Hayes Edwards, drunk, was crouched by the curb while his assistant stood nearby, keeping an eye on him.
Jas Landon still hadn’t left.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to go; it was because Hayes insisted on holding him back and demanding feedback on the song he had just perford.
It was the sa song Hayes had sung for his stage evaluation during their talent show days.
Jas Landon hadn’t changed much; he only took off his glasses for the evening. Although he couldn’t see clearly in the dark, his hearing was still sharp. "Do you really want to be honest?"
Hayes patted his chest confidently. "Go ahead, speak your mind. Don’t hold back. I’ve been in the industry so long—I can handle a bit of criticism."
Despite his words, Hayes was clearly waiting with anticipation.
Jas instinctively went to adjust his glasses, raising his hand halfway before realizing he wasn’t wearing them tonight. He dropped his hand back down. "Honestly, it was bad. Really bad. Completely off-pitch, no sense of lody, and..."
Still the sa blunt, sharp tongue as ever.
Hayes nearly started crying, lowering his head and covering his face. "Stop! Have so rcy on !"
Jas looked confused. "Weren’t you the one who told to be bold and honest?"
Hayes: "..."
He burst into even louder sobs.
*
Early the next morning, Hannah found herself trending twice on social dia.
Both trending topics featured her na: #HannahPayneJohnson and #HannahReunion.
Since her retirent from the entertainnt industry, this marked the third ti she had made it onto the trending lists.
The first ti was for her wedding. The second was upon her return to the country. And the third ti was now.
Each ti she trended, it was a dia frenzy, with multiple related hashtags climbing right behind. The buzz and traffic even rivaled so of the biggest current celebrities.
—Can soone please explain what’s going on with Hannah and Payne Johnson?!
—No way! My Brother Payne would never date anyone!
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