He issued a daunting threat like a small wolf cub, but once he ran to Hannah’s side he turned back into that coldly handso young gentleman.
Glancing back at the still dazed Owen Hanson, he caught the other’s gaze, with Matthew Quach clenching his fists and making a threatening gesture.
*
Louis Snyder arrived at the villa in the afternoon.
George Quach had his rules, no bringing along agents or assistants, such demands were quite uncommon in the entertainnt industry. Brother Davis complained a bunch, but ultimately was sent away by Louis.
In fact, George had always been curious about this recently rising national sweetheart, Louis Snyder, and why he would want to co alone to their program as a guest, especially as he volunteered himself.
But luckily he was also selecting guests for the show, and if soone offered to participate he naturally wouldn’t refuse, so his attitude was friendly.
The two were walking on a country cent road, George donned glasses, holding in his hands the program flow for tomorrow’s show. His footstep was a bit hurried, but his speech was steady, "The village doesn’t have any extra yards to provide for you, only in Hannah’s place there is an extra room, but the surroundings are a bit simple."
As he said this, George felt a bit apologetic.
He knew, nowadays so artists seem amiable and down to earth on the surface, however, in private they are more finicky than emperors. The most troubleso were artists like that.
But Louis didn’t complain, he was in a simple sportswear outfit, giving off the look of a cooperative good boy. However, his thoughts were wandering, he asked , "There are others living in Hannah’s yard?"
George adjusted the glasses on his face, oblivious to the affection in Louis’s words, and nodded, "Yes."
Upon hearing this, Louis’s eyes dimd.
George didn’t notice the montary shift in Louis’s attitude. He explained, "Besides the staff mbers of our program, it’s a little boy nad Matthew Quach, who is in a group with Hannah for this program."
Listening to this explanation, Louis slightly curled the corners of his mouth, but his voice was laced with a hint of coldness, "Is that so?"
George did not realize anything was off with Louis, he pushed open the loose wooden door in front of him, "Even though there are no other rooms, I still have to ask for Hannah’s opinion."
Louis followed George into the yard.
The yard could not be considered large, there were multiple rooms but it seed a bit crowded, the rooms were practically only separated by a wall, the windows were even closely adjacent.
It was quite a basic setup.
But Louis looked very satisfied.
George knocked on the door.
The door opened and Hannah ca out from inside, with little Matthew Quach following right behind her.
The shooting task for the day had just ended, Hannah had changed into more comfortable clothing, her hair tied into a bun at the back of her head, adorned with natural makeup. Being both pure and sexy, her eyes sparkled at the sight of George.
"Co quick, I received lots of letters from fans. Last ti Matthew read the letters for , but that little brat’s voice wasn’t as nice as yours, there was no emotion while reading, if it wasn’t for the fans’ good prose I would have thought he was scolding . So matters are just for you to handle."
She couldn’t wait to pull George into the room, completely disregarding Louis standing behind.
But Louis had his eyes only on Hannah.
The young man stepped forward, his gaze fixated on one person, the depth of his black eyes were inscrutable.
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