May Hoffman’s hand clenched tightly, her middle finger unconsciously repeating a back-and-forth pressing against her palm.
It wasn’t until the place was bruised and broken, and the old wound reopened, that she stopped the action.
The expression on her face seed like she had gained so kind of bizarre satisfaction.
Hannah and the producer returned.
This ti, the producer was a half-step behind Hannah, showing a sowhat submissive posture. There was no trace of his previous arrogant deanor, his smile was obsequious, but restrained, showing he was angry but didn’t dare vent.
He reluctantly announced, "Recording will continue as usual, Hannah Winter is still the main star."
After speaking, he promptly left.
Tiffany Lynch’s smile stiffened at the corners of her mouth.
Lucy Taylor sneered unabashedly, "Serves you right."
Tiffany’s face turned pale as she stared fixedly at Hannah in the distance.
She regained her senses and wanted to catch up with the producer to ask what he ant, why he suddenly changed his mind, but he was already gone.
The staff announced the start of shooting.
She had no choice but to suppress her anger and return to her spot.
She stood at the far end of the four-pointed star.
Her spot was completely obscured by the raised stage of the class A.
Even standing under the spotlight as everyone else, she was completely ignored.
*
The producer hurried back as if he was extrely upset.
Joan King followed closely behind, anxiously asking, "Didn’t you say you were changing the cast? Why don’t you change it now?"
The producer stopped, glared at Joan behind him, and snapped, "What do you know, that is..."
He couldn’t finish his sentence.
He fell silent, his face pale.
He had been a producer for many years, and apart from the investors, who else wasn’t trying to get along with him, all sorts of complints, but just now Hannah dared to threaten him!
The producer was obviously not pleased.
He recalled the conversation he had with Hannah.
The girl was slim, with black hair and red lips, seemingly harmless, but when she got serious, she showed a completely different face.
She was smiling, but the deeper she smiled, the more oppressive it felt.
Her words were soft, each one ringing in the producer’s ears.
"Are you not afraid that Arnold Simmons will skin and bone you if he found out what you’ve done to ?"
The last few words, Hannah slowed down, saying them extraordinarily softly, her smile as lively and lovely as ever.
The eyes staring at him though, were like roses blooming in the depth of the night, the image of her was intoxicating yet laden with threats, contradictory yet full of danger.
The producer was shocked at the sudden change in the girl in front of him, but what he was more afraid of was the man ntioned by Hannah.
Arnold Simmons, who else could it be?
Apart from the Simmons family, there were no other candidates.
He was just a producer in charge of the show, while he had control over the whole show, in reality, he was just a marionette.
He was not clear who was the real backer of this show, but he knew that Arnold Simmons was not soone he could easily offend.
Even though they had never t, he had heard a lot about Arnold Simmons from rumors. That was not soone a small ti producer like him could get in touch with.
Although he wasn’t sure if Hannah was telling the truth or not, he didn’t dare to take chances.
From this, it can be seen how terrifying an impression Arnold Simmons left on people usually.
In the end, even if he felt uncomfortable and unwilling to bow his head, the producer had to accept Hannah’s words.
He did not replace her.
She was still the main star.
But if he found out later that Hannah Winter had no connection with that Arnold Simmons, he had his own ways to retaliate against her.
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