No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 93 Familiarity

As she prepared to leave, Hannah almost bumped into Tiffany Lynch, who was coming out of the hospital room.

In contrast to Hannah’s casual attire, Tiffany was clearly meticulously dressed.

Her elegant white gown, delicate makeup, curled chestnut hair, tiny diamond earrings dangling from her porcelain ears, and her perfect and gentle smile made her as refreshing as a spring breeze—difficult to resist.

Tiffany adjusted her designer bag without uttering a word. She merely glanced at the lunch box in Hannah’s hand for a few seconds, then let out a slight laugh.

Her amusement was hard to decipher.

It carried a hint of contempt.

Hannah looked at her and couldn’t help curling her toes and taking a few steps back, shortly bowing her head again.

The smile on Tiffany’s lips grew a bit wider. She only nodded slightly as a greeting before striding away in her high heels.

Unbeknownst to her, when she turned her back, the ordinarily timid and flustered Hannah had a sudden shift in demeanor.

She leaned against the wall lazily, her previously lowly gaze replaced with a sort of languid indifference. Quietly, she watched Tiffany’s slender figure leave.

Of course, Hannah knew what Tiffany just implied.

In the end, one was the heroine and the other was the second female lead. It was normal for them to be at odds, particularly since Tiffany probably had an inkling of Hannah’s relation with George River.

However, for Tiffany to endure to this extent, she had some skills indeed.

The heroine and the second female lead were natural enemies, and their relationships were further complicated by those of a lost love and a stand-in. Hence, there could only be more friction in the future.

By reason, for Hannah, this was just another common abusive task, even though she aspired to find a bug strategy.

But with their first encounter, she inexplicably harbored malicious intentions toward the heroine.

Unlike the heroine’s perception of her as a love rival.

Hannah’s malice was more direct and without reason.

If she disliked her, then she just did.

Perhaps it was because...

She talked to herself, "She reminds me of someone."

Jinlian timely popped up a sentence into the photon computer.

[Who does she resemble?]

The live viewers were eagerly waiting for Hannah’s answer as well.

But she only smiled in response, her smile was mysterious and tinged with pure malice.

She did not say.

She pushed the door to enter the hospital room.

Louis Snyder was sitting on the hospital bed with his head down, holding something, engrossed in looking at it. He hadn’t even noticed Hannah’s entrance.

Hannah sighed in her heart, adjusted her attitude, and managed a painful smile on her face. She put the lunch box on the table and spoke gently, "Louis, I brought you some food."

The boy did not even look up, he responded dismissively, "Just set it there."

After speaking, he engrossed himself again in the object he was holding.

Hannah stood awkwardly to one side, her hands nervously ruffling her dress. Her pearly teeth tugged at her lips, releasing and tightening again, as if she wanted to say something, but chose silence.

Only the pale lips bore the marks left by her teeth, adding a tinge of bloody color.

The usually beautiful and defiant cat eyes were now devoid of their usual defiance and laziness, leaving only mellow unease and fear as she glanced timidly at the boy on the bed.

The cicadas outside were incessantly chirping, irritatingly piercing through the harsh sunlight. The light fell on the object in the boy’s hand, reflecting a ray of light that landed in the girl’s eyes.