Hearing what she said, Waylon blinked with an ajar mouth, a little bit dumbfounded. "Alena, are you angry with me? You are the only woman I want and pursue, you can't wrong me indiscriminately."

Alena sneered and looked at him with contempt in her eyes. With a faint tone, she started to lay down the facts. "Mr. Waylon Gray of the Monarch Group, countless beauties around him, socialites who were enamored by him flocked under his feet. Can you read the text? You are the cover of every issue in Gossip Magazine, do I need to read them one by one to let you believe my point?"

Waylon was rendered...