Dallas Taylor responded indifferently, his gaze gliding over Windsor Myres's face. Ignoring her surprised expression, he turned slightly to walk away.
The crowd nearby hurriedly followed.
Victor Williams breathed a sigh of relief.
But Windsor Myres, who had been restrained by him, suddenly spoke up, "Dallas."
The entire corridor instantly fell silent.
Dallas, who had already taken a few steps, stopped, and those following him stopped immediately as well, casting strange looks at Windsor Myres, then at Dallas.
Windsor Myres shook off Victor, ran over, and directly linked arms with Dallas, rubbing up to him coquettishly, "Are you mad? I came here specifically to find you, but your brother stopped me. I wasn't intentionally tangling with him, look..."
She pointed at Victor's face and argued confidently, "He tried to kiss me, and I slapped him. Don't be angry."
"..."
Everyone in the corridor was petrified.
