His reaction was not just dull, but when he realized the producer’s drunk words, he was the first to stand up.
Staggering, he looked like he was about to fall over, but soone by his side gave him a hand.
"I’m telling you guys, my Hannah is going to be famous across the universe. Love? Love is her stumbling block, do you know that!"
He was so excited that he even pounded the table several tis.
Everyone responded in agreent.
"Director Stewart is right, please sit down."
"Director Stewart, you should drink less, I think you’re already drunk."
"I’m not drunk!" Jack Stewart waved his hand, his face twisting into a smile uglier than a cry.
He seed to be thinking about sothing, just staring down at Hannah beside him.
He moved his mouth, but before he could get the words out, his legs softened and he knelt on one knee in front of Hannah, causing quite a commotion with the table and chairs.
The others rushed over to check on him, fearing he might be hurt.
But Jack Stewart’s face was flushed from drunkenness, and he waved his hand grandly, saying to Hannah with extraordinary bravado, "Hannah Winter, don’t think you can get rid of , I’m going to give you..."
He didn’t finish his sentence before he collapsed on the ground.
In the end, a group of people hurriedly helped Jack Stewart out of the private room.
"Hannah, we’ll take Director Stewart ho, you don’t have to worry."
Hannah then let go of her grip and watched them leave before returning to the room.
By this ti, most of the diners were still at the table, including the heavily drunk producer who had been carried away. After finishing their al, everyone simply started chatting casually, accompanied by the alcohol at hand.
On the other side of the dining table, Louis Snyder’s seat was now empty, leaving only Hayes Edwards desperately trying to ply Jackie Qualls with drinks, as if intent on getting him drunk.
But in the end, it was his own youth that was his downfall; he didn’t manage to get the other drunk but ended up drunk himself.
Finally, with a "thud," he collapsed onto the table.
Jackie Qualls also took the opportunity to put down his glass, a faint smile crossing his lips.
Hannah walked over and sat down, her gaze falling on the man’s face, "You’ve drunk so much, are you not drunk?"
Compared to the rest of the table, who were red-faced from drinking, Jackie Qualls was in great shape, just as he had been when he arrived, elegant without losing his composure.
It’s no wonder that over the years, even the most cunning paparazzi couldn’t capture a single embarrassing photo of this man.
Jackie Qualls smiled, his voice warm, "I wasn’t great at holding my liquor before either, but after going through a lot of things, I gradually built up my tolerance."
Often, people offer drinks just to see the embarrassnt of others, to satisfy a twisted and complex sense of vanity deep inside.
Even Jackie Qualls couldn’t avoid such encounters of being plied with drinks.
Although he started out as a child star, his journey to stardom was not all smooth sailing. Because of this, in his past life, Jackie Qualls was not easily trusting of others, always second-guessing, with near-obsessive perfectionism in his demands on himself.
The only reckless thing was that he had fallen in love with Tiffany Lynch and for her sake, he had completely ruined his own path to stardom.
But starting over, those things etched in his bones remained unchanged, and even more pronounced than before.
The two of them chatted casually, appearing just like an ordinary ntor and ntee relationship in the entertainnt industry.
Even if soone else listened in for a sentence or two, they wouldn’t find anything amiss.
It wasn’t until after dinner that Jackie Qualls volunteered to take Hannah back to the hotel.
The hotel was not far from here.
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