Adrian Walyon wasn’t exactly an innocent man. Though he claid he’d never touch those won, being invited by clients to such places wasn’t a first for him.
However, seeing Sumr Sutton’s face, almost fiery with anger, Adrian didn’t dare ntion this to her.
Sotis, you still have to lie when it’s necessary!
Sumr Sutton ignored him. After making dinner, she didn’t care whether he ate or not; she simply solved her own al and went to the guest room.
She was clearly upset by the day’s events. Sumr Sutton knew Adrian’s character. She trusted that he didn’t do anything after going there.
What upset Sumr Sutton was that he shouldn’t have even appeared at such a place!
A married man appearing in such settings, she couldn’t be gracious enough to completely overlook it.
About ten minutes later, Adrian followed her in and just stared at her upon entering.
"Today’s event was my fault. I won’t go to such places again." Adrian hugged her, attempting to offer comfort, but Sumr Sutton, slling the strong perfu on him, coldly pushed him away.
Still in uniform?
Perhaps she was inexperienced, as today was indeed her first ti witnessing how chaotic the world of wealthy heirs could be.
Adrian conscientiously took off his jacket and tossed it into the trash can without a hint of regret.
His clothes, all custom-made designer pieces, were at least hundreds of thousands per set.
To throw them away like that, he didn’t feel a bit of regret. Anything Sumr Sutton didn’t like, he’d just discard.
The jacket, the inner shirt, and even the pants all ended up in the trash. Still feeling it wasn’t enough, he opened the bathroom door and went in to wash for another half an hour.
By the ti he ca out, Sumr Sutton had already gone to bed in anger.
Adrian thought to let her calm down and didn’t disturb her, sleeping in the master bedroom himself that night.
About that night’s incident, Adrian thought Sumr Sutton would make a fuss and then let it go.
But the next day, sothing happened that shocked him and even all of Northtown.
Adrian was photographed at the club the previous night.
Sohow, the photos were leaked and made it to the papers that very night.
After fernting overnight, by the next morning, it had reached the point of being covered in headlines across all major outlets.
The Walyon Family had always maintained a low profile, with hardly any negative news.
Adrian himself seldom appeared publicly, but who would’ve thought the rare news coverage would be in such a manner.
The Walyon Family.
The Old Master’s expression had been steely since reading the morning paper.
His hands clutched the newspaper tightly, and after sitting at the dining table, he hadn’t said a word.
Diana Wood served him porridge, but he didn’t drink it, sitting there rigidly, staring at the newspaper.
Last night was the Walyon family’s family gathering day, and Adrian had been absent.
The Old Master was already displeased with him, and after today’s incident, he’d nearly used his cane to hit soone out of anger.
Adrian was his most proud grandson, after all!
The face of the Walyon Family!
The Walyon Family, a prestigious family with military and political connections, now facing news of Adrian attending such scandalous places—while Adrian might not feel disgraced, the Old Master felt he had lost face.
Proudly being a noble young master, yet insisting on acting like a playboy!
Every ti the Old Master thought of this, his chest felt stifled.
He called Adrian, shouting with irritation over the line, "Adrian, explain clearly what happened last night!"
Despite his age, his voice was full of vigor in his outburst.
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