Ignoring Summer Sutton’s threats, he continued taking off his own clothes.
He tore off his clothes carelessly, seemingly ready to proceed directly. Summer Sutton seemed anxious and blurted out, "Adrian Walyon!"
Her voice was urgent, her throat breaking with the sound.
Inside the car, the moment that name was shouted, everything became deathly silent.
The man, who was all set to force his way, felt as if he had been struck heavily, all his movements frozen.
"Adrian Walyon? Which Adrian Walyon?" He seemed not to believe what he had heard and asked slowly.
Summer Sutton ignored him, climbed up from the seat, reached for the phone, and called Adrian Walyon.
"Adrian Walyon, come quickly!"
"What’s happened?" The voice on the other end of the phone was cold and deep.
Director Chapman, listening clearly to the voice on the other end, felt as if cold water had been poured over him, his mind completely cleared.
Slumping to the floor, he seemed shocked, cold sweat ceaselessly pouring out.
Throughout the country, there probably is only one man named Adrian Walyon, right?
The Adrian Walyon she called was the person he dreaded.
Relieved, Summer Sutton reported her location to Adrian Walyon, then pushed open the car door and dashed out.
When Adrian Walyon arrived, she and Ariella Sawyer were sitting in the restaurant. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs novel•fire.net
Ariella Sawyer was injured, with blood still flowing from her forehead.
Summer Sutton also looked disheveled, her long hair messy, her face dirty, seemingly having been slapped.
Adrian Walyon walked in with a cold expression, his eyes ignoring others, focusing only on Summer Sutton.
Summer Sutton’s face suddenly lifted upon hearing his footsteps.
Seeing him, her eyes unexpectedly reddened.
"Adrian Walyon, why are you so slow?" She opened her arms and threw herself into his embrace.
In fact, Adrian Walyon wasn’t really slow; after receiving her call, what would have been a half-hour journey was covered within ten minutes due to shortcuts he took.
The reason Summer Sutton felt he was slow was probably due to the torment of waiting for him.
Adrian Walyon didn’t defend himself in any way; instead, he tightly embraced her.
"Tell me what happened?" His voice was gentle like a slowly coming night breeze, his tone soft as if comforting a child.
Summer Sutton felt a nose cramp, lying on his shoulder, she whimpered silently.
Her crying was quiet, as though she didn’t want to show this side in front of him, yet she failed to restrain it.
Adrian Walyon let her vent her emotions for a while, he placed a hand on her shoulder, gently stroking her back, softly comforting, "It’s okay now, it’s okay, haven’t I come?"
Outside the restaurant, Director Chapman sat in the car for a long time, constantly struggling with whether he should flee directly or come in to apologize to Adrian Walyon.
Thinking over and over, he realized that even if he fled today, Adrian Walyon would find him easily.
He felt it’s better to come forward and confess, perhaps the consequences would be lighter.
After a long struggle, when entering the restaurant, Adrian Walyon was still holding Summer Sutton, comforting her.
His gaze was extremely gentle, not at all like the rumored decisive and terrifying man.
Seeing this, Director Chapman’s sweat on his forehead flowed even more furiously.
It seemed he had caused big trouble today.
Yet, who would have known that a seemingly unremarkable assistant turned out to be Young Master Walyon’s precious?
"Young, Young Master..." With his head bowed, Director Chapman walked in, breaking the atmosphere between the two.
Adrian Walyon stiffly turned his head, his gaze shifted towards him.