A trace of gloom flashed in his eyes, seeing the mocking corners of Hannah Taylor's mouth, the dissatisfaction Selim had for Hannah grew a bit stronger.
This little bitch's tone was clearly making fun of her.
A single "writer" was full of ridicule, as if it was slapping her in the face, mocking her for being a nobody not fit to write novels.
But how did this Hannah Taylor know her novels weren't selling well?
Selim instinctively thought of Laura Jones; the only way Hannah could laugh at her was through the information Laura must have provided.
Thinking of this, Selim couldn't help but feel a sinking feeling in her heart.
Did Laura Jones think that her novels were so great just because they were in talks for film rights?
Did she feel a sense of superiority by making fun of her?
Selim's fists hung at her side, clenching and unclenching.
She didn't dare show her anger, had to force this dark hatred down, but in her heart, she held a grudge against Laura Jones.
