Chapter 6 Utilization

This was the usual excuse of Louis Snyder.

His looks were not bad, cute and innocent with a face that personified teenage purity. Particularly when he smiled, he looked like a harmless puppy. His image appealed to girls in line with the innocent persona they favor. If he wanted to climb the social ladder, he had many routes to do so, especially with an agent who harbored unusual feelings for him.

However, Louis has always shown repulsion and disgust to these things. He could utilize anyone and take any means to climb to the top, but he would never sell himself out. In his mind, he wanted to present the best and purest version of himself to Tiffany Lynch.

He could exploit Hannah, the substitute, without mercy.

"Sis, you're going to help me, right?" Louis looked at the woman in front of him with twinkling eyes, a touch of coquetry in his tone, all while being intoxicating.

Hannah looked at him, her head lowered and her fingers gripping the wine glass were slightly pale. It seemed she was making a decision, and her tightly pressed lips gradually lost color.

Suddenly she let go, revealing a pool of intense red. Her eyes were filled with a layer of mist, "Of course."

Her acting skills were consistently on point.

As an ideal stand-in for his unattainable love, Hannah would never turn down any of Louis's requests.

She was deeply in love with George River, and she equally couldn't refuse Louis, the man who bore a striking resemblance to George.

George River had abandoned Hannah, and now all she had was Louis. She would do everything in her power to keep him, no matter what...

Oliver Taylor was completely bewitched by the young model who was eagerly trying to charm him. With a wave of his hand, he handed out several business opportunities, drawing envy from several women who were ready to pounce.

Louis led his company over and exchanged greetings with Oliver Taylor.

Oliver looked over and immediately noticed Hannah standing beside Louis.

Among a group of overly made-up women, her face indeed was a breath of fresh air. Particularly her eyes, they were clever but impeccably clean.

Part angel, part imp.

"Who is this?" Oliver Taylor took his hands off the young model and inspected Hannah.

Louis looked at the person next to him, "This is Hannah, a friend from my circle. She said she wanted to meet Young Master Taylor."

Hannah smiled awkwardly at Oliver Taylor and turned back to Louis, her eyes clouded with panic.

However, Louis showed no intention of intervening to help her.

The reason he approached Hannah in the first place was not only due to her resemblance to Tiffany, but also because of the influence she held. However, who would have expected her to be so stupid – having such resources at her disposal and yet insisting she wanted to prove her self-reliance?

Such pitiful stupidity.

Well, it's alright, at least she's obedient.

Louis watched Oliver lead Hannah to the rich second-generation's table. He declined someone's toast and walked to a corner.

It was clear that Oliver was quite satisfied with Hannah. Apart from his roving eyes, he was relatively modest, even offering her a drink, "First time out?"

The young girl looked innocent and delicate, her fox-like eyes and the slim waist hinted at a subtle sexiness.

Quite captivating.

"You could say that." Away from Louis, Hannah finally shed her earlier nervousness.

People nearby couldn't help but laugh when they heard this.