The young man sneered, "Isn’t your true intention to force my sister into agreeing to be with you?"
Jackie Qualls fell silent.
Louis Snyder grinned sardonically and ruthlessly exposed him, "Jackie Qualls, no matter how well you pretend, you cannot conceal your unscrupulous acts."
Jackie Qualls looked at him for a good while before bursting into a soft laugh.
His smile was warm as a gentle spring breeze.
"It seems you harbour great hostility towards ." eting the young man’s furious glare, Jackie Qualls shook his head gently, "Such a sha, you have the wrong target."
He did not know what transpired between Louis and Hannah, but he knew well that Louis adored Hannah and viewed her as his own.
The emotions of the young tend to be especially obstinate and extre.
However, it was true that he also liked Hannah. He confessed to her, and it was no surprise that the young man would see him as a rival in love.
Such a pity, after all the twists and turns, he was nothing more than a pitiful figure.
Louis, sensing sothing, was about to inquire when George Quach began to call people over.
He could only throw out a cool warning, "I will be watching you, don’t think about tricking with the sa sche a second ti."
With that, he left.
Jackie Qualls stood in place, hand in his pocket, the smile on his face faded completely. Under the warmth of the spring breeze was the chill of condensed ice, "Such an idiot."
The unsuspecting assistant walking past was startled by this unexpected remark, wondering if they had heard things incorrectly.
When had the genteel and scholarly Best Actor Qualls ever used such harsh words?
*
Louis Snyder, who was just ironically taunting Jackie Qualls, ca over now, donning his innocuous and warm deanor.
The smile on his face was even warr than the sun.
What a pity, it was sumr now. Looking at him with such warmth was suffocating.
Especially for Matthew Quach.
He stood next to Hannah, quietly complaining, "I saw those two fighting just now, neither of them are good people."
Hannah lightly tapped his head with her fan, and laughed, "Then who is the good person?"
"!" Matthew Quach volunteered enthusiastically, "Brother Landon is useless, he doesn’t dare to say anything, you’ll have to rely on . Hannah, wait for for ten years, in ten years..."
"In ten years, you will still be a minor." Hannah interrupted him, squinting at the dazzling sky.
The sky was exceptionally clear, clusters of white clouds making vain attempts to block the glaring sunlight were blown away by the wind, and then they gathered again. The river chattered in the distance, moistening the mud on the bank.
Matthew Quach looked disappointed as he calculated on his fingers for a while, then with discovery’s dejection realized that he’ll indeed still be a minor in ten years.
In the end, he could only look at Hannah with a negotiating tone, "Hannah, would you mind waiting for for an extra year?"
Hannah sighed playfully, "By the ti you grow up, I will be old."
Matthew Quach patted his chest, demonstrating his steadfast loyalty, "That’s okay, I don’t mind."
Hannah curbed her laughter, hiding her face behind her fan, giving his cheek a soft pinch. Seeing his expression of discomfort but not dare to escape, she giggled, "Matthew Quach, you really don’t know how to please people. When a woman says she’s getting old, she doesn’t want to hear ’I don’t mind’."
Matthew Quach was puzzled, "What does she want then?"
Hannah withdrew her hand, a twinkle of amusent in her eyes, "I’m not sure about others, but I prefer complints."
Matthew Quach pursed his lips, "An outsider’s complints may not be sincere."
Hannah shrugged it off, "I don’t care if it’s sincere or not, as long as it makes happy."
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