A black line appeared on Waylon Gray's forehead for a moment and he did not bother to ask her for her opinion. He took her hand and walked outside without giving her any chance to resist at all.

Alena Wright wanted to struggle and was afraid of hurting his arm, so she could only let him lead herself.

Soon, it was the day Marx Winston held the banquet.

Alena Wright was holding Waylon Gray's arm, a faint smile hung on the corner of her mouth, and there was a trace of tension hidden in her beautiful eyes.

The moment they entered the banquet hall, most people's eyes could not help...