THE YOUNG MASTER'S SECRET WEDDING

The room illuminated by crystal lights, the wind blowing open the tassel curtains. A tall figure stood silently in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, the man's handsome and noble face backlit, deep and aloof. "Young master, the person you're looking for has been found!" Behind him, a man who looked like a bodyguard respectfully handed him a photograph. The man's gaze quietly fell on the photograph, staring at the woman in the picture, lost in thought... ... Northtown, the autumn atmosphere growing stronger. Summer Sutton finished her part-time job, and it was already eight o'clock. The city at night, the night scene blurred, lights flickering. Summer Sutton had just walked out of the company building when, up ahead, a sudden commotion arose. "Wow, it's a limited edition off-road vehicle, the only one in the country!" "This is such a big spectacle!" "I wonder who is in the car?" Summer Sutton's gaze followed the source of the noise, glancing at the boisterous crowd. In front of her were several cars blocked, led by a rugged heavy off-road vehicle. Just by looking at the car's design, you could tell it was expensive. Following the off-road, several cars were neatly lined up behind, the spectacle as grand as an emperor's arrival. Summer Sutton assumed it was some film crew shooting a scene, observing with a gossiping mindset, and couldn't help but steal a few more glances. As she was watching intently, suddenly, a dozen men in black suits stepped out of the car blocking her path. Once out of the car, the group stood neatly on both sides, leaving a path in the middle, from which a young man emerged from the heavy off-road vehicle. This was an exceptionally handsome man, cold as moonlight, dazzling as starlight. His chiseled features were deep and aristocratic, thin lips curved in a touch of arrogance, dark eyes cold and sharp, the entire face strikingly handsome yet chillingly intimidating. The agitation around grew stronger, many in the crowd whispering. "Such a handsome man!" "What's happening now?" "Judging by this setup, he must be someone significant!" Ignoring the discussions around, the young man walked straight ahead, in the direction of Summer Sutton. Ads by Pubfuture Summer Sutton froze for a moment, looked around, and, confirming no one else was beside her, was bewildered again. The young man stopped beside her, expressionlessly scrutinizing her. His gaze carried a faint chill, feeling like ice shards when it swept over her. Summer Sutton was stunned once more by his look. Did she owe him money? "Excuse me, you're in my way!" Summer Sutton assumed he had mistaken her for someone else, tried to push past, but the young man's body remained unmoved, blocking her path. He clearly had no intention of stepping aside. Summer Sutton tried to change her path, but was blocked again. After several attempts, Summer Sutton grew a bit annoyed, but dared not express her anger. It was clear that he was not someone to mess with; she was just an ordinary university student, not capable of challenging such high-profile figures. Knowing better, Summer Sutton decided to avoid the confrontation, thinking she better make her exit. Just as she was about to turn and walk away in the opposite direction, the man accurately called out her name, "Summer Sutton!" The voice devoid of any warmth, clear and cold, like snowflakes falling on a winter's day. Summer Sutton froze as if struck by lightning, retracting the leg she had stepped forward with. She straightened her back, her body rigidly turned around. Raising her face to look at him, she wore a look of incredulity, "Do we know each other?" The young man just looked at her coldly and aloofly, his eyes proud, without answering her question. Summer Sutton's expression froze slightly, suddenly wanting to curse his entire family in her heart. If he's ignoring her, why is he blocking her way? She took a deep breath, controlling herself to stay calm. "Who are you?" she tried again, asking. Adrian Walyon didn't respond to her words, but simply turned his gaze to the bodyguards behind him, signaling with his eyes. A few bodyguards stepped forward, saying nothing, and grabbed Summer Sutton's arms, trying to take her away. "Wait, wait!" Summer Sutton panicked a bit, struggled slightly, and tried reasoning with the group, "I don't know you guys!" "As long as I know you!" Adrian Walyon responded succinctly. When he speaks, his words are more infuriating to Summer Sutton than if he remained silent. Can he take her away just because he knows her? Pubfuture Ads Whose spoiled rich kid is this, being so overbearing? "This is a public place, so many people are watching, you can't be so reckless!" Summer Sutton reminded him. She thought, with so many people watching, he should have some reservations. Unexpectedly, her words were completely ignored by the other party. The man's expression darkened, seemingly finding her a bit noisy. He forcefully pulled her from the bodyguards, opened the car door, and rudely stuffed her inside. His actions were very domineering. The tall figure followed her in, making the rear seat space suddenly cramped. Summer Sutton felt extremely suppressed, and in her urgency, she blurted out, "If you don't let me out, I'm going to scream!" She meant that she would call for help. Adrian Walyon squinted his eyes, carelessly tapping his phone screen with his fingertips, his gaze at her somewhat intriguing. Summer Sutton inexplicably felt that the atmosphere inside the car suddenly changed. Feeling uneasy under his gaze, her hand fumbled for the door handle, instinctively wanting to push the car door open to escape. However, before she could act, the man lunged at her like a fierce cheetah, pushing her down onto the spacious back seat. "How do you want to scream?" His voice carried a trace of magnetic hoarseness, inexplicably pleasant. "..." Summer Sutton was dumbfounded. What does he mean how to scream? Did he think her "scream" meant something inappropriate? Adrian Walyon's fingers pinched her sharp chin, his tone lazy, "Weren't you going to scream?" Summer Sutton raised her hand, wanting to hit him, but was overbearingly restricted by his grip on her wrist. "If you want to scream, scream out, if not, we'll continue!" His tone slightly rose at the end, his gaze cold. Summer Sutton stared at him in shock, unable to believe what she heard. Continue? Continue what? With so many people outside, was he not afraid of anything? Thinking of this, Summer Sutton shivered slightly. She felt a bit embarrassed, suddenly pushed him away, and scrambled out from under him in a panic. This man was clearly fearless. Her threats, he utterly disregarded! Turning her back, she tidied her messy clothes, instinctively wanting to wipe the place on her cheek where he'd touched. But with his glare on her, she didn't dare.