A group of people looked at Sumr Sutton with eyes that had turned sowhat aningful.
Sumr Sutton felt particularly embarrassed, not knowing where to put her face, wishing she could cover Adrian Walyon’s mouth.
Adrian Walyon casually continued savoring the food on his plate.
As he ate, he suddenly blurted out, "You should eat more, makes it more comfortable to hold you."
His flirting entirely ignored the gazes of everyone present, as if the whole banquet hall was just him and Sumr Sutton, speaking words that made one blush.
Sumr Sutton couldn’t do anything about him, under the table, she fiercely pinched the flesh on his thigh.
She had quite a grip, so strong that Adrian Walyon, who was originally elegantly dining, furrowed his brows, and his expression twisted slightly.
"Mr. Walyon, are you alright?" The host, just about to offer a toast while holding a glass of wine, saw him like this and assud there was so discomfort, asking with concern.
Adrian Walyon steadied his expression, his face still calm, "It’s nothing, just got scratched by a cat."
"A cat?" The host suspiciously turned his head, looked around, initially failing to react.
After a good mont of confusion, his gaze landed on Sumr Sutton, and he awkwardly felt he might not have co at the best ti.
But he was already there, so he could only proceed with determination.
The host pulled a stiff smile, raised the champagne glass in hand, and offered a toast to the few seated, "I’m very grateful to all of you for being here today. Thank you for your charitable donations, I toast you four."
As people ca to toast, Ariella Sawyer boldly finished her glass.
Sumr Sutton simply raised her glass and took a small sip, showing a token gesture, then turned her head to start conversing with Adrian Walyon.
With Adrian Walyon by her side, even though tonight many felt envious upon her appearance, in front of Adrian, few dared to do anything to her.
But things were different for Ariella Sawyer, who not only wasn’t yet married but also hadn’t been rumored with Ryan Walyon, all their connection limited to Ryan having escorted her ho once last ti.
Ariella’s hatred pulled among female celebrities remained deep.
Among the female celebrities present, few even regarded her, directly bringing their wine glasses to the table where the four sat, and started flattering Ryan Walyon.
"Mr. Walyon, I’m Elina Chapman from Heart Entertainnt, I wonder if there’s a chance to receive Mr. Walyon’s attention in the future?" With brightly red fingertips, the actress nad Elina handed her business card over, deliberately kissing it with her red lips.
Her lipstick color was very vivid, bright red, and applied thickly, like several layers of lacquer brushed on her lips, when she spoke, it seed as if she was about to devour soone.
Ariella Sawyer felt a chill watching, suddenly feeling so sympathy for Ryan Walyon.
Elina Chapman, not yet receiving a reaction from Ryan Walyon, showed no intention to leave.
Leaning forward, her face inclined towards Ryan Walyon, her voice carried a seductive tone, "Tonight I’m staying at Emperor Estate, room 1808, Mr. Walyon, would you like to co?"
Emperor Estate is a very luxurious hotel in Northtown, Elina herself was a local, and despite having a good ho, she specifically chose to book a hotel outside, clearly with an agenda.
Most likely she had learned in advance that Ryan Walyon would be attending tonight and booked the hotel early.
Ryan Walyon had faced too many such situations, offering no reaction on his face.
He didn’t say anything; instead, Ariella Sawyer, who’d been eating silently, suddenly blurted out, "18th floor? The 18 levels of hell?"
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