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Hope It's Not Too Late to Love novel Chapter 269

Chapter 271

The six of them sat around the table in the aquarium restaurant and had a pleasant dinner.

After dinner, they looked around for a little while before returning home.

Once they were back in their room, the four children placed the group photo with their mother and Hanson in it at the most obvious position on the desk so that people could see it once they entered the room.

Before going to bed, the kids even took a few more glances at it. As darkness seeped into the night, the kids fell asleep with smiles on their faces.

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At TBS Broadcast Station, the program, 'The Voice', had gone through two rehearsals before it officially proceeded to the next round of the live broadcast competition.

At the same time, Vania officially signed a contract with the production team as a guest judge.

The live broadcast would start at 8.00PM tonight, but she arrived an hour earlier.

Arriving at the venue, she quickly entered her private dressing room without attracting much attention.

She had already greeted the production team and she wanted to keep her appearance a secret before the live broadcast started.

Didn't Melanie want to debut in the entertainment industry through this show?

Vania reckoned that her sudden appearance would definitely surprise Melanie.

However, before she could take a seat in her dressing room, someone pushed the door to enter.

"Hanson?" Vania exclaimed when she saw the person coming.

He was wearing a suit and leather shoes, but there was a thick bandage wrapped around his right hand that made him look a little silly.

Hanson came in and pulled Vania to sit down in a calm manner.

She blinked at him and questioned, "Why are you here?"

Hanson gave Larry a look, so Larry stepped forward and informed Vania formally, "The production team invited our president to be a judge."

When Larry said that, his face did not turn red and his heart did not even skip a beat even though he was lying.

His president had obviously bought his position as the judge. He spent tens of millions to sponsor the show and became an investor. Then, he used his identity as an investor to force the production team into making him a judge. In truth, he was not invited by the production team at all.

Hanson nodded, indicating that what Larry said was right.

Vania blinked in confusion, asking, "Um… Do you know a lot about music?"

He trusted her a lot, so he answered, "It's fine as long as you're there. I'll listen to you."

The implication was that as long as she liked the candidate, he would go along with her. If she did not like a particular candidate, he would not pick them either. He was a judge with no opinion.

Huh? Did it really work that way? "Haha." Vania chuckled awkwardly. Hanson's words rendered her speechless, so she could only pray for the contestants.

In her heart, she could not fathom what the production team was thinking. The decision to invite Hanson as a judge was probably the most unprofessional act in a music talent show.

Seeing Hanson sitting in her dressing room, Vania asked casually, "Didn't the production crew prepare a dressing room for you?"

Hanson answered brazenly, "It's broken."

That sentence made Vania and Larry stunned. Larry slapped his forehead with his palm as he wondered why his president would say that the dressing room was broken. Why couldn't Hanson be straightforward and say that he wanted to be with Miss Vania?

Then again, what was Larry expecting from a straight man?

Larry had no choice but to lie on behalf of his president and confirmed, "Yes. For some reason, the door to his dressing room couldn't be opened, so we assumed it was broken."

Oh? Before Vania could nod her head, there was a knock on the door of the dressing room.

Everyone instantly turned their gaze at the door. After getting permission from Vania, the staff in the dressing room went to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, a woman with a crew tag came in, looking anxious.

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