No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 109: Selected

This time, the girl finally responded, realizing her composure had been lost. She dared not look at Hannah’s face anymore, quickly lowering her head and sidestepping to make way, "I’m... sorry."

"No problem."

Her gentle words fell softly into the girl’s ear, and she took a small step to descend the stairs.

Perhaps it was due to the dim lighting in the auditorium, Hannah walked extremely carefully and slowly, her head bowed, her hand lightly pressing against her chest. As she moved, her graceful figure swayed like a willow in the wind, embodying a carefree laziness.

Reaching the middle, she suddenly looked up at the man on the stage.

George River seemed to sense something and looked up.

Eyes met, like the rhythmic dripping of rainwater on cobblestones after a storm.

There was a faint smile in her eyes, as she emerged from the darkness and faced the light.

George was caught off guard, his prepared speech stuck at the tip of his tongue, it wasn’t until he heard murmurs from below that he regained his composure and resumed his fluid speech.

But he couldn’t forget that image.

Hannah had changed.

This was the thought that occurred to him most frequently whenever he saw her. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

If she was still as persistent and clingy as before, perhaps he would not have felt this sense of discomfort in his heart.

Some people are such strange creatures. They can’t stand to see the person they once discarded doing well.

As if the person they rejected is supposed to live in a perpetual state of sorrowful longing.

A fifteen minute speech isn’t usually long, but for the entire duration, George could feel Hannah’s gaze on him.

In a large auditorium of five hundred people, with students even crowding the aisles and back row, he could still spot Hannah’s location at a glance.

Seeing her looking at him with a nonchalant smile, her eyes full of yearning, was as earnest as ever.

He forced himself to avert his gaze, but the unease in his voice had already betrayed him.

In the fifteen minutes of the speech, under the girl’s gaze, time seemed to crawl agonizingly slow.

"... That’s all for my speech today."

As his words fell, he subconsciously looked for the slender figure, but she was nowhere to be found.

He suppressed the slight sense of loss in his heart, collected his speech, and stepped down from the stage.

The planned Q&A session he had initially prepared was directly omitted, and naturally, the school had nothing to object to, solely getting George to attend was already more than they could have asked for.

After stepping down, someone ushered George away. He thanked them, and the girl responsible for guiding him blushed and left.

A handsome and wealthy man was indeed hard to resist.

It just so happened that Tiffany Lynch called him on his way.

He picked up and a blissful female voice came from the other end, "George, I’ve passed the audition, I can start filming next month."

Although he couldn’t see her, George seemed to share Tiffany Lynch’s excitement, his gaze softened considerably, "Is that so? I knew our Tiffany could do it."

"George, I’m really happy, my dream since childhood has been to act in the entertainment industry, even after so many years, my wish hasn’t changed."

She spoke enthusiastically, and George listened patiently, "George, thank you so much for your constant support."

George’s voice was gentle, carrying strong affection and tenderness, "Tiffany, you don’t have to thank me, you deserve the best."