Golden Lotus had no coback and couldn’t help but let her curiosity run wild when she saw her mistress in this state. "Mistress, if one day you could return, what would you want to do?" she asked.
Hannah paused, wearing a subtle smile on her face and speaking slowly, "Take people back with , and overthrow the imperial royal family."
Golden Lotus shivered intensely.
She should not have asked that question.
Although she was well aware that there was a grudge between her mistress and the imperial royal family, she never realized the extent of it until now.
Fearing that she may bring up sothing unpleasant, Golden Lotus silently lied on the table, saying nothing more.
Hannah shifted her gaze towards Golden Lotus, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes and the faint trace of a smirk on her face.
The royal family.
Such an authoritative existence.
They have basked in the glory for far too long.
As if flower petals ground into juice, those drenched in the resultant glory are entranced by its allure, their russet eyes glowing like the evening sunlight on the horizon.
Such a srizing sight.
It’s true that Vincent bit soone, but to George Quach, the assistant director’s actions had crossed a line. He couldn’t tolerate such disarray in his crew.
George Quach announced a day off and the shooting would continue as planned the following day.
That night, after receiving the news, Teresa Gordon rushed to get Hannah out of the mountains just in ti.
During their journey, she brought up her grievances about George Quach. "A crew of thirty-odd people and they still managed to let so idiot co and cause trouble, hurting people. I don’t know why I let you be part of Quach’s show to begin with, and now, unsurprisingly, there’s a problem. Well, at least you weren’t the one who got hurt, otherwise what would we do about the following performances?"
If it weren’t for the binding contract, Teresa would’ve let Hannah quit the show given her current popularity, especially with the upcoming hit show, Fairy Maiden. There’s simply no need for her to increase her exposure through an internet production.
It was late into the evening, the scarce, dim street lights barely dispelling the deep darkness on the mountain road. Yet, the majestic green mountain continued to loom in the distance like a beast with its gaping mouth wide open.
Roaring, ready to devour anything and anyone.
Hannah glanced sideways, watching the scenes outside the window fly by. "That fool was the one I found."
"You should stay away from people like that in the future, If it gets to the point, I’ll make Quach change the shooting location... wait, what did you just say?"
Teresa Gordon froze and looked back.
Hannah gave a gentle tug to the thin blanket wrapped around her legs. "Nothing’s wrong with idiots, they’re at least much more adorable," she said, worn out from the day’s activities and closing her tired eyes.
The announcent startled Teresa, who stared wide-eyed at Hannah, but seeing Hannah’s unwillingness to say more, she just sighed and updated Hannah on her schedule, "Tomorrow morning from five to eight, there’s a magazine shoot I arranged for you. Then, you’ll fly to the neighboring province at eight-thirty. From nine to eleven, you have a small fan et-and-greet. Then, from eleven to three, you’ll have training in the rehearsal room. At four in the afternoon, there’s a stage rehearsal for the evening show. The formal stage performance comnces at seven. You have a party to attend after eight, followed by a return trip on the last flight to participate in the program shoot the following day."
The only necessary event was the stage performance, other activities were hastily scheduled by Teresa after she received news of a one-day break from the program crew.
Even so, the schedule was tightly packed.
There was not a mont to spare.
It was already one in the morning.
Seemingly recalling sothing, Teresa added, "The party this ti is a bit unusual..."
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