He remembers that he was the one who took him back, so he should remember how he got injured last night, right?
Ariella Sawyer doesn't really know what kind of person Ryan Walyon is, but isn't it known all over Northtown how ruthless the Walyons can be?
Ariella's back was pressed against the edge of the table behind her, her face pale.
How will he deal with her?
Give her back a bag?
Ban her, make her disappear from the entertainment world?
Or just strangle her and bury her right there?
With her eyes unblinking, Ariella's mind raced.
She thought about how Ryan Walyon would deal with her and how she should respond.
Ryan Walyon was still rubbing the injury on his forehead, his brows tightly furrowed, seemingly annoyed by the big bump on his forehead.
"By the way, about the injury on my forehead..." His gaze shifted to her, and his expression suddenly darkened.
Ariella's heart jumped, the tension rising to her throat.
Sure enough, he remembered this.
