No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 165: Put in a Sack

Hannah looked skeptical, puffing out her cheeks.

She was so petulant, if anything she said displeased her, she started to sulk and demanded to be coaxed – this made her seem like the one who’s enjoying the money and attention.

Arnold Simmons chuckled lightly, repeating patiently, coaxing her, "I don’t tell lies."

At least, not to you.

Hannah looked at him, a laugh concealed in her voice, and her eyes, still wet with tears yet now showing a sly glint, as if she was a kitten that had stolen some fish, "Okay, I’ll reluctantly trust you."

Arnold stood up and held her in his arms again.

She buried her face in his chest. Her hair messily spread on her face making her cheeks flushed like a high-quality rouge has been applied. She couldn’t help but rub her nose.

It was a bit itchy.

Now her nose turned even more red.

Watching her, his gaze deepened, his chin rested near her forehead. Gentle motion, his calloused hand lightly brushed over her nose, carefully caressing.

It didn’t itch anymore.

Hannah let go of her hand, hugged him tightly around his waist, she lowered her voice, like a tame kitten, retracting her claws, "Mr. Simmons, when I’m on the show, will you watch my performance and vote for me?"

Arnold chuckled softly, lowered his head, and looked at her quietly with his black eyes, "You said that you would have many fans, why do you care whether I vote or not?"

Hannah frowned, "It’s not the same, one more person, one more strength."

Arnold’s face darkened, and Hannah quickly hugged him tighter, her voice was soft, "Besides, my Mr. Simmons is special, not like others, I only want your vote."

He replied: "Okay."

If you want it, I’ll give it to you.

He knew that the little lady was wooing him, eating away at his heart little by little, slowly occupying his world.

He also knew that he should stop the loss in time, and shouldn’t allow others to act recklessly around him.

But he couldn’t stand to see her cry.

Her eyes were teary looking at him, and with just a blink, tears fell, his heart softened.

She found his weakness, and boldly set a fire in his heart.

Alas, he was helpless. All he could do was to spoil and console her.

*

The sky was oppressively dark; massive dark clouds gathered under the night, and the wind was bitterly cold.

Louis Snyder was walking alone on the deserted street, surrounded by uncanny silence, which made his loneliness and desolation more evident. He was disheveled, and his face bore injuries.

Occasionally, some pedestrians spotted him, covered their mouths and ran away. He looked at them fiercely with bloodshot eyes, and the pedestrians increased their pace in fear, "What bad luck."

He just lowered his head and sneered, the pain from his injured mouth corner twisted his face into a grimace.

His scenes for the drama wrapped up two days ago. The director seemed to be fond of him. Though he only played the third male lead, they still held a wrap party for him.

Henry King, who had his role snatched away was irritated, discovered Snyder’s movements in the past few days, and hired a few thugs to beat him up.

In his childhood, Louis suffered bullying often, he knew how to fight fiercely, far from his usual act of being mild-mannered.

Unfortunately, it was hard to fight several opponents at once. Although he put up a strong resistance, he eventually was beaten up and fell on the ground.

That was a secluded alley, also a necessary path to Tiffany Lynch’s house.

During the fight, one of the thugs got punched by Snyder and got a swollen face that scared people. Seeing Snyder fall on the ground, he couldn’t help give another kick, "Damn, this boy is tough! If I didn’t bring extra people as precaution, he would’ve escaped."