"Please sit!" Diana Wood scrutinized her thoroughly, smiled, and was quite satisfied with her.
The father and daughter sat down, making four people in the living room, and they continued chatting about many things.
They talked about the Old Master of the Walyon Family and Sumr Sutton’s grandfather, discussed the Sutton Family’s company, and talked about Adrian Walyon.
When Adrian Walyon was ntioned, Diana Wood suddenly blurted out, "Gina, do you rember Adrian? You ca to our house when you were very young, so you must have t him!"
"Huh?" Gina Sutton was stunned.
When she was very young?
This was her first ti coming to the Walyon Family; as a child, she never ca here. The person Diana Wood ntioned wasn’t her.
Her mind only reacted slightly, quickly realizing that Diana Wood probably couldn’t tell her apart from Sumr Sutton.
Gina Sutton’s hand around the teacup tightened slightly, her smile stiffened, but soon returned to natural.
"Auntie, I was way too young then!" she said awkwardly, glossing over the matter.
"Indeed." Diana Wood felt she was being a bit forceful.
What could such a young child rember?
Moving past this, she started talking about other things.
Gina Sutton and her father spent quite a long ti at the Walyon Family and only left after dinner.
Diana Wood initially had the household staff call Adrian Walyon, hoping he’d co back to et Gina, but Adrian declined using the excuse of being too busy.
Adrian didn’t even get to et Gina Sutton, so Diana Wood didn’t imdiately agree to the marriage proposal, planning to invite the father and daughter again when Adrian was available.
...
Sutton Gardens.
The na of Adrian Walyon’s private villa, nad by the developers during its purchase.
Now, with Sumr Sutton moving in, the originally hollow na seed to suddenly have a soul.
Sutton Gardens, a villa bearing her surna, stood quietly here as if destined to await her arrival.
At this mont in the villa, Sumr Sutton was surrounded by a large group of people, being asured.
After her previous escape attempt, Adrian Walyon couldn’t be bothered to leave the house, and instead invited heaps of designers over, intending for everything she needed to be custom-made for her at ho.
Sumr Sutton had no intention of staying here long-term and refused to cooperate.
"I’ve said so many tis it’s unnecessary! Don’t you understand?" After being tugged around by this group for almost three hours, her patience was nearly worn out.
She spoke sternly, and the group seed intimidated, stopping their actions and turned their eyes one by one towards Adrian Walyon sitting nearby.
"You all may leave!" Adrian Walyon ordered coldly without difficulty, and the group of designers quietly exited the room.
Sumr Sutton breathed a sigh of relief, thinking she was free, but Adrian Walyon locked the room door behind him and stepped towards her.
His pace was slow, his gaze fixed on her face, footsteps asured and steady.
Sumr Sutton retreated a few steps, her guard suddenly raised, "What do you intend to do?"
Adrian Walyon cornered her against the wall, turning her around, pressing her against it. His tall body leaned in from behind, his hand lifting her clothes and reaching inside.
"If you don’t want them doing the asuring, I think Miss Sutton will prefer doing it personally!" His aim was direct, hand moving towards a specific area.
The straightforwardness of his actions made Sumr Sutton’s face flush red instantly.
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