So people even flooded the topic of Hannah’s new song with comnts, but unfortunately, they were all without exception dismissed by the remarks of passersby.
Hannah’s high-quality singles were enough to attract the attention of passersby who genuinely appreciated them; hence, naturally, nobody was interested in a few agitated fans’ comnts.
The press release had no effect at all, even though so of it contained facts and truth.
On the other side, knowing that Louis had acted on his own to hire soone to publish the press release, Brother Davis was furious.
"I think you’ve really lost it," Brother Davis said. "I’ve told you before to stay away from Hannah Winter. Instead, you’re the one who’s pushing forward. Who gave you the guts to buy publicity for your own scandal? Have you lost your mind?"
Louis sat with his phone, his deanor lazy while facing Brother Davis’s reprimands. He drooped his eyelids, seemingly indifferent to everything.
Imrsed in his own world.
After a lengthy rant, Brother Davis was tired as well. Looking at Louis’s attitude, he felt a mix of anger and disappointnt. "Is Hannah Winter really worth sacrificing your career over? You know how fast people rise and fall in show business. You’re still on the rise. Why bother getting entangled in such affairs?"
The young man remained silent, head bowed, looping Hannah’s song MV on his phone.
In the video, the man whose identity the fans clamored to know–the tyrant.
He had seen him.
The man who could embrace Hannah without fear.
He didn’t know him, but he detested him.
He loathed everyone who stole Hannah’s gaze.
In the depths of the young man’s eyes rose a swirling black fog, within it an indissoluble ink mixed with a natural, violent strain.
It was the urge to destroy everything.
Even Brother Davis felt it and involuntarily shuddered. Still, he tirelessly tried to persuade him, "Let’s say for argunt’s sake, at your young age, it’s normal to fancy a girl. You’re turning twenty next month; you have your whole life ahead of you..."
"It’s not about liking her."
The silent young man finally spoke up.
Brother Davis widened his eyes in shock. "What did you say?"
He hadn’t misheard, right?
Had this talk swayed him, reminded him that his career was what mattered most?
The young man turned off his phone, tossed it aside, hugged his knees, and looked sowhat agitated. With his eyes closed, his lips curled into a hint of bitterness and stubbornness. He repeated, "It’s not about liking her. I want her, only her."
He used to mock Jackie Qualls for buying gossip about himself, but now he was doing the sa thing.
The mont he saw that man with Hannah, all rational thought vanished. He just wanted his na linked with Hannah’s.
If even soone like Jackie could have couple fans with Hannah, then why couldn’t he?
Brother Davis was stunned; the young man exuded an intense self-loathing vibe that was ominously frightening. "Louis, you’re not thinking of doing sothing rash, are you?"
The industry was already high-pressure; today’s star could be replaced tomorrow. The highs and lows were indeed a great challenge to one’s character.
Louis was young, his fans harbored many beautiful illusions about him, and it was normal for him to feel enormous pressure, but there was fear he might harm himself.
Such things had happened before.
After a long contemplation, Brother Davis finally spoke again, "Louis, should I get you a therapist?"
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