The double door of the private room was pushed open from the outside, two burly n dressed in black led the way, followed closely by the CEO’s assistant, looking serious and focused in a striped suit.
Behind the assistant, a beautiful secretary with voluptuous curves and wavy hair followed.
The female secretary walked with a swaying grace, her snake-like waist twisting with each step, the black pencil skirt accentuating her exquisite curves without a doubt.
Further back, a man dressed in a black long overcoat appeared in everyone’s sight.
The first thing to catch the eyes of everyone were two long legs.
A well-tailored dark gray suit wrapped Dylan Wellington’s tall and slender body perfectly.
Broad shoulders and a narrow waist, like a mannequin’s figure, no wonder he was the most famous playboy in Eastonia.
Over the suit, a black long overcoat was draped without buttoning, adding an air of nobility and strength to Mr. Wellington’s presence.
Everyone’s gaze naturally moved upward, and upon seeing those seductive eyes belonging to Dylan Wellington, they gasped involuntarily.
Mr. Wellington, just as rumored, had those seductive eyes that were srising, with deep and sharp facial features.
His gaze may appear affectionate but was actually emotionless, the slightly curved corners of his lips carried a smile, yet exuded an air of charm and danger.
"Mr. Wellington..." Upon seeing Dylan Wellington appear, Sasha Hammond imdiately stood up from the crowd.
Amidst the envious eyes of everyone, Sasha Hammond walked over as if proclaiming sovereignty, wrapped her arm around Dylan Wellington’s: "Mr. Wellington, didn’t we agree you wouldn’t co... you’re so busy with work, running around must be exhausting."
"Not tired." Dylan Wellington placed his large hand on Sasha Hammond’s waist, replied simply, then told the others, "You all continue, don’t mind ."
The others thought that Mr. Wellington was in a hurry to get cozy with Sasha Hammond, and tactfully dispersed imdiately.
But while they dispersed, their attention was still focused on Dylan Wellington and Sasha Hammond.
So were eager to seize the opportunity to curry favor, so just wanted to catch so gossip.
Others secretly took out their cell phones, snapped photos, and sent them to familiar paparazzi.
Rumors of Mr. Wellington and Sasha Hammond had long been rampant.
Though Mr. Wellington had many scandalous affairs, each month there would be one or two incidents, but because he was handso, had a great figure, a boundless charm, and wealthy, yet remained single for many years, he had a significant following among gossip-loving netizens.
Especially since, it was rumored that although Mr. Wellington hadn’t married, he had a daughter over three years old.
Treated as a precious treasure, yet no one knew who the biological mother was.
Just to guess the identity of the little princess’s biological mother, every year on the little princess’s birthday, there would be a prize contest on Twitter, guessing whether the biological mother of the little princess would appear.
Just to guess out the identity of the little princess’s biological mother, gossip dia and the vast netizens listed all the actresses who had been rumored or dated with Mr. Wellington on ten sheets of paper.
One by one analysis, and yet failed to identify the right person.
Dylan Wellington said a few words to Sasha Hammond, was about to pinch her chin and give her a kiss, when suddenly he felt a familiar gaze cast towards him.
He inexplicably let go of Sasha Hammond, stood up, and his sharp gaze scanned through the crowd.
Seeing the duck about to reach her mouth fly away, Sasha Hammond stood up, sowhat displeased: "Mr. Wellington, who are you looking at..."
Her face maintained a smile, but her heart was wary.
It should be known there had been such a case before.
An actress who was then dating Dylan Wellington was filming, with Mr. Wellington visiting the set.
Who knew, while visiting, Mr. Wellington’s attention was stolen by another actress in the sa crew.
Sasha Hammond now couldn’t see any woman in the crew who could entice Dylan Wellington.
If she found out, she’d definitely remove her from the crew, ’take care’ of her!
"Nothing..." The seductive eyes swept over the crowd, finding nothing.
Dylan Wellington thought, maybe he was just being sensitive that mont.
He was about to sit down, when suddenly a commotion ca from behind.
A soft and pleasant female voice, tinged with a hint of complaint and coyness, ca from the direction of the entrance.
"I’m... I’m not drunk... Dylan Wellington, you bastard, let go of ... I can still drink!"
[To be continued tomorrow]
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