Vania was embarrassed at first and was on guard against him. Seeing him reaching out and rubbing her hair, she subconsciously became nervous before she glared at Hanson for his bad behavior and motioned him to shut up.
However, he obviously did not intend to shut up. Inching close to her ear with a smile, he said lightly, "I just want a longer kiss. What were you thinking, hmm?"
"Shut up, Hanson Luke," she called out angrily. What the hell?
Her response elicited another burst of laughter from Hanson. He was laughing so hard that his chest was heaving up and down, showing that he was in a good mood now.
However, Hanson looked even more like a villain in Vania's eyes.
"I'm ignoring you." Vania could not beat him because she could only surrender in front of Hanson. That was due to how shameless he was.
Vania got up and wanted to distance herself from him, so she went to the couch opposite him.
His hands were quick to yank her back down on the couch, though. Before she could respond, she fell directly into his arms.
Hanson kissed her forehead gently, saying, "This is your punishment for leaving me."
"You..." She was even more annoyed now.
He was not satisfied yet, but the moment he lowered his head, there was a knock at the door of the dressing room again.
His face turned cold almost instantly.
"President Luke, Miss Vania's live broadcast is about to start." It was Larry's voice.
Hanson hummed, released Vania, and opened the door.
"Ouch." Larry was taken aback by the sudden opening of the door and almost fell to the ground. He was knocking on the door, so he did not expect his president to open the door so quickly. As a result, he knocked his head on the door and lamented, "Ouch, it really hurts."
Hanson gave him a sideways glance and buttoned his cufflinks, uttering, "If you didn't try to eavesdrop, you wouldn't have hurt yourself."
In order not to cause Vania any inconvenience, he took Larry and left first.
Larry could only sigh and follow him. He shouldn't have tried to eavesdrop.
Vania, who was standing behind Hanson, thought that her vision was blurred. After rubbing her eyes, she wondered, Didn't Hanson use his right hand to button his cufflinks?
Can his hands move now? She made a mental note of that and followed the staff to the stage for preparation.
At the backstage entry area, since Melanie was a contestant, she was on standby in the public waiting area.
The man who just passed by was just a figure that entered her field of vision, but this figure was so profound that she seemed to only notice him even after so many people had passed by this area.
Was Hanson here?
She rose to her feet in suspicion and wanted to chase the man but was stopped by the on-site manager. "The live broadcast hasn't started yet. Do not move around at your own will."
Melanie frowned and wanted to scold him, but before she could do it, she recalled what Chris told her.
Eventually, she could only suppress her dissatisfaction, snorted, and took a seat.
Melanie could not help but start to analyze. Before this, she had sent someone to find out who the judges were for the show many times but could not find anything. She wondered how a small production team could organize such a large-scale talent show, so she thought they must have someone in control behind the scenes.
Now, it seemed that the person was Hanson Luke, but he was not interested in the entertainment industry at all, so why did he come?
She had a hint of doubt, but there was also hope in her heart. If it was really Hanson, she might have a chance to get close to him.
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