At this moment, Ella Reed also noticed the situation here.
Seeing David Redington leave coldly, she couldn't help but frown.
She was a talented actress, and she had found Redington to be very different from what the outside world said about him when they were acting together.
Ella sighed at this time.
Even with the best disguise.
Facing the woman he liked being taken away by someone else, even a heartthrob like him would eventually lose his temper...
*
As Redington walked to the entrance of the club, a black sports car quietly drove up in front of him.
Under the countless flashlights of the reporters, he calmly got in the car, his face expressionless and without a trace of coldness from before.
Once inside the car, the calmness disappeared from his eyes, and the alienation and indifference re-emerged.
"Young Master." Blake looked back from the co-pilot seat, worried about him.
"Speak."
