CHAPTER 571: CHAPTER 571: LAST NIGHT, DID I DO SOMETHING TO YOU?

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.

"My injury..." Ryan seemed ready to say something, but before he could speak, Ariella’s hand found a wooden stick behind her.

Just as she was about to strike his head with it, Ryan’s long arm reached above her head, finding a disposable cup behind her, pouring some water into it, and taking a sip.

"Do you know how it happened?" His gaze glanced sideways at her, Ryan asked slowly.

Ariella looked at him incredulously, unable to believe what she heard.

He doesn’t know how the injury on his forehead happened?

He came over, not to hold her accountable, but just to have a drink of water?

Ariella was left speechless by his question, looking at him steadily, suddenly unsure whether Ryan’s words were genuine or just a ploy to test her.

Ryan’s gaze slowly moved along her face, catching sight of the wooden stick in her hand and pausing for a moment.

Taking it, he examined it for a bit, "Miss Sawyer, what were you planning to do?"

Ariella, "..."

There were quite a few crew members on the scene.

Ever since seeing Ryan walk towards Ariella, everyone had been staring in their direction.

When they saw the stick in Ryan’s hand, the crew collectively broke out in a cold sweat for Ariella.

Facing Ryan Walyon, does one need to carry a stick?

Isn’t that sneak attack intent too obvious?

Summer Sutton also didn’t understand what was happening today.

What is Little Ariella doing?

Ryan himself seemed confused, unsure why he had frightened Ariella to this extent.

Staring at the stick in his hand for quite a while, he tossed it aside and turned his gaze to Ariella.

Narrowing his eyes, he stared at her, his gaze lingering on her face a little too long.

Ariella was actually thinking, wasn’t he here to settle accounts with her?

Anyway, he wouldn’t let her off, so she might as well strike first, knock him out, and escape.

But, being stared at by Ryan like this, she really didn’t have the courage to admit it.

Ryan stared at her for a long while, raising his brows, slowly remarking, "Did I do something to Miss Sawyer last night?"

He really is a Walyon, his mind works extraordinarily fast.

Ariella hadn’t explained a thing, yet he could guess just by her reactions.

But could Ariella admit to such a thing?

Bending down to pick up the wooden stick from the ground, she threw it far away, calmly explaining, "Isn’t this a prop from the crew? I just picked it up to play with, just playing, Mr. Walyon, don’t misunderstand."

Ryan Walyon, "..."