How would he think of his own actions?
Actively seducing him?
Since Ryan Walyon returned to Walyon Clan Group several years ago, he has never been the type that just any woman can get close to.
Ariella Sawyer suddenly worried that her actions would be looked down upon by Ryan Walyon.
She was even a little worried now that Ryan Walyon might, in a fit of anger, banish her from the entertainnt industry.
Ryan Walyon stayed silent for a long ti, his expression remaining tense.
The assistant on the side saw this and walked over with so concern, wanting to help Ryan Walyon clean the stain on his clothes several tis.
But, this is juice!
It has already spilled onto the clothes; if he doesn’t take off the clothes, how can it be cleaned properly?
Even if taken off for washing, it might not completely co out, not to ntion there’s a ribbon-cutting ceremony happening soon.
Ariella Sawyer must take responsibility for her own mistake.
"I’ll go buy a shirt for you." She suddenly stood up and hurriedly walked out of the venue.
There were only twenty minutes left until the ribbon-cutting ceremony began, and the closest mall was at least seven to eight kiloters away.
Not to ntion the traffic congestion at this ti and the ti to select a shirt, going to buy a shirt and returning in such a short ti is almost impossible.
After leaving the venue, Ariella Sawyer drove quickly.
She was still wearing the dress she needed for the ribbon-cutting ceremony later, high heels, a standard red carpet outfit.
As she drove down the road like this, she attracted countless eyes along the way.
Ariella Sawyer didn’t care and kept speeding up, using the navigation to reach the nearest mall.
On-site.
Ryan Walyon’s face remained somber; he seed unprepared for the sudden incident.
His face was taut, and he hadn’t said a word since Ariella Sawyer left.
"She didn’t do it intentionally, Little Ariella has always been careless." Sumr Sutton explained to prevent any misunderstanding.
Ryan Walyon ignored her words, irritably sipping champagne.
There were still five minutes until the ribbon-cutting ceremony started.
His fingertips tapped the tabletop repeatedly, Ryan Walyon suddenly turned his gaze to the sharply dressed assistant beside him.
The assistant paused, unsure of what Ryan Walyon intended.
"Co with ." Ryan Walyon casually said, turning towards the lounge.
...
Ariella Sawyer’s car continued speeding along the road; driving so fast and wearing high heels, she almost crashed into other cars several tis.
Driving rapidly in the car, sprinting after getting out, she finally returned just a minute before the ribbon-cutting.
"Mr. Walyon, I bought the shirt!" Ariella Sawyer said excitedly, raising the shirt to show Ryan Walyon, only to find out his clothes were already clean.
There wasn’t even a hint of wetness.
The shirt Ryan Walyon was wearing now seed a bit tight, with sleeves that were too short, appearing unlike his own.
Ariella Sawyer stood there dumbfounded, her hand holding the shirt drooping limply.
Ryan Walyon didn’t even glance in her direction. When the host announced for him to go on stage, he adjusted his shirt and proceeded to the platform.
Ariella Sawyer stood rigidly in place, her lips twisting into a sarcastic smile, realizing how laughable she was.
Clearly, there were other solutions to the problem, yet she wasted effort and energy to buy clothes?
Exhausted beyond belief, she wasn’t even worth a glance from the man after all...
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