"Please, someone call the police..."
At the front door of the Grand Hall, Baron Stuart and Leonardo Bryson, along with their entourage, were walking in, seemingly accustomed to such desperate cries for help, not even bothering to glance in that direction.
However, it was Clayton Howard who, upon hearing that familiar figure, couldn't help but frown slightly and then looked up to see Camila Walker being taken towards the elevator entrance by a group of people.
The feelings he had harbored for the past four years were deeply rooted in his heart; that figure in front of him was indelibly etched in his mind.
It was just that the disparity in their social status forced him to keep this sincere emotion hidden deep within his heart.
Noticing him suddenly stopping in his tracks, Baron Stuart furrowed his brows slightly, "What's wrong?"
Clayton Howard was completely engrossed by the scene unfolding not far away, not even hearing Baron Stuart's question.