NovelGoldChapter 791 Anton was the first to frown. At first, he thought someone had cto cause trouble.
He was about to signal his bodyguards to check on the situation when he saw someone walking straight toward him.
The man was dressed in a black suit with a white dress shirt underneath. There seemed to be an injury on his arm, so his jacket was draped over his jacket instead.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHis hair was neatly combed back, revealing a strikingly handsand chiseled face. His perfect features and commanding presence instantly overshadowed everything else in the banquet.
And along with the fading colors of the scene, Dylan's face also paled. Everyone else was shocked, but he was the only one who was truly panicked.
What was going on? Hendrix was still alive? No, that was impossible. If he were still alive, why hadn't the people Dylan sent out reported back at all? No, that didn't make sense. If Hendrix had really been alive all this time, how could he have remained completely silent while Dylan made all those moves? But the man standing before him was undeniably Hendrix. Or was he dreaming? "M-Mr. Freeman?" Anton was the first to speak, his voice thick with disbelief. Hendrix strode straight toward them and stopped in front of Anton. "Mr. Sherman, it's been a while." As he spoke, he extended his hand and shook Anton's.
That familiar tone, voice, smile, and piercing gaze...
Dylan tightened his grip on his wine glass, almost to the point of shattering it.
"W-Where have you been all this time?" Anton asked, voicing the question on everyone's minds.
"Oh, I was on vacation for a while," Hendrix replied casually. "The signal there wasn't great, so I only found out after returning that so much had happened here." As he spoke, his eyes finally lifted. And in that moment, his gaze and Dylan's truly met.
Dylan clenched his jaw, staring him down with furrowed brows.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm0 Compared to him, Hendrix looked ĕ far more at ease. He even smiled at Dylan Before stepping forward, closing the distance between them. "Mr. Pritchett, long tno see." He extended his uninjured left hand again. Dylan gazed at his right hand for a moment before chuckling. "A vacation? You sure make it sound relaxing." "Of course. What else could I say? I couldn't exactly tell them I was set up and nearly killed, could I?" Their hands clasped, and the words exchanged were spoken in a volonly the two of them could hear.
Dylan tightened his grip slightly. "Hendrix, you really know how to keep your cool. But so what if you're back? Do you really think the current situation is something you can change?" "Hmm, let's find out." With that, Hendrix withdrew his hand.
That light remark washed over Dylan like a bucket of icy-cold water. Even after
Hendrix had walked away, Dylan's hand remained frozen midair. After stime, he slowly lowered his hand and smiled.
What had Hendrix just said? "Let's find out"? Fine, then. He would do exactly that!
To be honest, the fact that Hendrix was still alive was even better. Now, he qqul watch him be torn apart, piece by piece.
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