What kind of presence do the Walyons have in Northtown?
In all of Northtown, there aren’t many people with the surna Walyn to begin with. When ntioned, most people think of Adrian Walyon and Old Master Walyon’s family.
What kind of presence does the Walyon Family have in Northtown, even in the entire country?
Sumr Sutton had previously encountered people with malicious intents several tis. Each ti, as long as they heard Adrian Walyon’s na, they would be too scared to lay a finger on her.
Throughout the country, the Walyons can practically walk sideways wherever they go, with no one daring to stand in their way.
Nathan South stared at Adrian Walyon for a long while after Sumr Sutton spoke, his body suddenly becoming stiff.
"She’s not soone you can pursue!" Adrian Walyon turned his cool gaze towards him, raised a fist to his face, and, taking Sumr Sutton by the hand, strode out of the office.
Nathan South held his bruised face, groaned a few tis, and leaned foolishly against Sumr Sutton’s desk, his mind seed to have crashed, unable to recover from her earlier words.
The Walyons...
The people of the Walyon Family...
Adrian Walyon’s stride was quick. Along the way to the elevator, he was practically dragging Sumr Sutton along.
Sumr Sutton, following him out, never looked at his face, already sensing a strong air of jealousy.
Once in the car, Adrian Walyon drove with a roar. In the dead of winter, the convertible top was still down, causing Sumr Sutton’s hair to fly wildly, her face feeling as if it were being cut by knives.
Once back at Morning Garden, Adrian Walyon dragged her inside, kicked off his shoes haphazardly, put on slippers, and without going further in, blocked her at the entrance, staring at her.
"All the flowers in the morning, I had them sent back. I haven’t responded to any of Nathan South’s invitations." Fearing she might be implicated by Nathan South’s actions, Sumr Sutton quickly clarified her stance towards him.
Adrian Walyon rested an arm against the wall beside her, continuing to stare at her.
His expression was tense, his gaze seed conflicted, his chest rising and falling, continuously taking deep breaths.
Sumr Sutton felt a little creeped out by his gaze, her back felt as if it were being chilled by cold wind, prickling.
Her body instinctively shrunk, she moved to the side, trying to distance herself from him, but Adrian Walyon pulled her back by her shoulder.
Sumr Sutton swiftly straightened her back, standing upright against the wall, her gaze once again fixed on him.
She stood there like a disciplined student, her attitude proper.
Adrian Walyon leaned his face down, his handso face moved very close to hers.
Staring at her for a long while, he gently pinched her delicate chin.
"Do you know, sotis I really want to hide you away, not letting anyone see you!" His tone was slow, clearly very upset with today’s events, yet seeming helpless.
It was just a program’s video uploaded online, and the pursuers had even followed her to the office; this was sothing Adrian Walyon hadn’t expected.
Now he’s even wondering if allowing Sumr Sutton to appear on stage like last night was the right decision.
Sumr Sutton gazed at him in a daze, her lashes gently trembled.
Adrian Walyon tilted his head and looked at her for a long mont, his handso face suddenly leaned towards her, his cool lips pressing against hers.
His kiss, at first just a gentle attempt.
As if wanting to prove sothing, the kiss gradually turned into a deep, longing bite.
The intense sensory impact struck Sumr Sutton’s mind, filling her head with flashes of white light.
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