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No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!

In her pursuit of saving enough money to return home, Hannah found herself playing the role of the "first-love" character in a beloved novel. Originally, this character was a typical stand-in supporting actress, taking on various substitutes for the female lead as dictated by the male protagonists, such as donating kidneys or sparing road for the female lead, which she all agreed. Eventually, the original character succumbed to the pressure, turning dark and meeting a tragic demise with a disfigured face on the streets after being killed by the male protagonists. Hannah's task was to follow this grim plotline and achieve the tragic story's intended outcome. However, in the eyes of George River, she was merely a substitute he had enlisted—an entity dependent on him. When his true love returned, he callously abandoned the woman who deeply loved him. Later, he regretted his decision, only to discover that the once-begging woman was now surrounded by various exceptional men. The individuals who had previously used her as a shield—the movie king, the ambitious young actor who climbed over her for his ideal goddess, and the president who regretted his actions upon regaining his memory—all found themselves humbly pleading for her affection: "Hannah, the one I love is you." Confused by the sudden turn of events, Hannah observed her bank account steadily growing and stumbled upon a newfound skill for crafting tragic stories. As the main antagonist who successfully survived until the end of the story, Arnold Simmons was ruthless, dark, and violent. In his eyes, Hannah appeared to be the most naive woman he had ever encountered, her thoughts consumed solely by love. Witnessing her continuous deception by those around her, Arnold eventually reached a breaking point and seized her, declaring, "Stay by my side; let me handle your tasks." [A seemingly fragile flower with an inner strength, Daughter of the Sea, crosses paths with an obsessed, dark, and sinister antagonist who contemplates disrupting the pond of bred fish every day.]

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Chapter 25: Saying One Thing But Meaning Another

To outsiders, none of the companies under the Simmons Family name seemed to be involved in the entertainment industry, and Arnold Simmons himself did not appear to have any plans of venturing into that domain either.

In this respect, George River, who had started his own entertainment company for his early love, Hannah, seemed to be way ahead of Arnold.

However, only Hannah, who was familiar with the situation and had carefully examined it, would know how cunning this man before her really was.

Those companies that had enjoyed the rewards of being the first to produce domestic talent shows must have thought they got a good deal. Little did they know that the real kingpin behind the scenes was raking in money hand over fist.

Hannah was straightforward and simply said, "Yes, I am interested, but their show team is so unfair. They said that I'm a nobody, not famous enough, and won't let me participate."

As she said this, Hannah's voice had a touch of grievance, as she spread her hands out and spun around.

Her black skirt billowed in the air, like a black rose blooming in the dim night, innocent yet tempting, "Mr. Simmons, do I really seem that ordinary? After all, I am a student of the Film Academy. The teachers always compliment me on my looks!"

Any teacher at the Film Academy who had seen Hannah Winter was always dazzled by her stunning beauty, but the praise usually led to sighs that she was a pretty face devoid of spirit and vitality.

Especially, the inferiority and timidity in her eyes had reduced her high rating down to barely passable.

How unfortunate!

But now there seemed to be a change. Even though Hannah tried to portray herself as a woeful character, she could not fool anyone with her eyes.

The original girl's inferiority and timidity had no place in Hannah anymore. Her eyes more often revealed laziness and casualness, her voice soft and edging upwards when she spoke.

Her voice was pleasant, especially when she pouted and looked wronged, like a bunny with reddened eyes seeking revenge.

That face—delicate, cunning, innocent yet seductive, eyes like a kitten, they were exactly what made her fascinating. Anything less would have been bland, something more would have been vulgar.

Arnold Simmons took a serious look at Hannah before commenting casually, "Not bad, just average."

Hannah's smile instantly froze, "Mr. Simmons, it's not very generous of you. Is it better to go against your heart? You clearly sneaked a few looks at me when I walked in."

Men, they are all just scumbag cheaters.

Hannah was so upset she wanted to stamp her foot; Arnold, however, had his smile fade owing to her rant.

When did this little bunny catch him?

He took out his lighter from his pocket, but remembering that smoking was not permitted, he put it back right away, "So, for the talent show, do you sing or dance?"

These days, everyone must have some talents up their sleeve for emergencies.

He was quite curious to find out what surprise Hannah could bring to him—was it singing or dancing?

Arnold's thoughts started to spin.

Who would have known that Hannah furrowed her brows tighter on hearing this, glared at the man in front of her and said, "Mr. Simmons, I won't dare say about other things, but there's one thing I can assure you."

The girl's face was as soft and white as just-steamed white sugar sponge cake, making one itch to touch it.