Bryce Walyon’s gaze followed his figure as he left, quietly watching him go, seemingly lost in thought for a mont, before making a call to one of his subordinates, "Help check where Adrian Walyon has gone."
After hanging up, as if nothing had happened, he went into the house.
...
The place Adrian Walyon drove to was a club, a venue that combines dancing, singing, bowling, and various other entertainnts.
The client he t had been cooperating with the Walyon Family for many years, a diamond client of the Walyon Family’s company.
After Adrian arrived, he chose a private room; halfway through their business discussion, the client suddenly called in several won to entertain them.
The club they were at was a famous venue in Northtown, with the highest level, where most of the playboys gathered, a place for the young masters of the upper class to relax and have fun, with a reputation that was never quite good.
The club’s waitresses were well-versed in the rules.
After being called in, the won gathered around the client, playing gas and fooling around, and eventually started playing intimate gas in public.
Adrian Walyon often encountered such situations during social gatherings.
He remained calm, sitting alone on a sofa, sipping his drink absentmindedly, seemingly unaware of the chaotic scene in the room.
"Young Master Walyon, won’t you join us? We can discuss business anyti," the client looked at him and invited with a smile, "What style do you like? I can introduce a few to you?"
"No need." Adrian replied indifferently, taking out his phone to check his ssages.
What he wanted to see was whether Sumr Sutton had sent him a ssage.
Since returning to the Walyon Family, he hadn’t seen her for several days, and he missed her quite a bit.
Adrian had made his stance very clear, yet the client mistook it for him being reserved.
Disregarding Adrian’s words, the client called in two more young won with striking figures.
"You’ve heard of the Walyon Family, right? Take good care of Young Master Walyon, your tips will be generous," he gestured to the two won, who swayed their slender waists as they walked towards Adrian Walyon.
The two were dressed in the sexy maid outfits required by the club.
As they walked, it seed their waists could almost break from all the swaying.
Adrian’s expression turned somber; he ignored the two approaching won and instead directed his gaze towards the client, "Mr. Chapman, if there’s nothing else tonight, let’s end our discussion here. I won’t intrude on your fun any longer!"
Taking his coat, intending to leave, when suddenly a notification sound went off.
A video call, the caller ID showed, Sumr Sutton.
Adrian hadn’t expected her to call at this mont, his steps halted abruptly.
Wanting to pick up the phone, one of the won by his side eagerly grabbed it first and, in her eagerness to serve, even pressed the answer button.
Subsequently, Sumr Sutton’s face appeared on the phone screen...
Then, silence fell over the entire private room.
The room’s volu was intense, with heavy tal music filling the air, two provocatively dressed won stood beside Adrian, with the client beside, enjoying the company of both arms...
Adrian’s gaze stiffly fell on the screen, throwing his jacket over the phone to cover the screen, snatching the phone away, he gritted his teeth, "I’ll explain when I get back!"
Ending the call, he pushed aside the won blocking his path and strode towards the club’s exit.
Sumr Sutton held her phone stiffly, her mind buzzing, replaying the recent scene over and over.
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