Jaylene's face turned red instantly, and next to her, Olaf York pulled Max Taylor away, glaring at him and saying, "Max Taylor, your girlfriend is watching."
"What's the big deal if I hug my junior?" Max Taylor smiled at his companion, who returned a smile, looking like a gentle little bird, not jealous at all.
Someone nearby joked, "Max Taylor, it's not a big deal for your girlfriend, but Olaf York might not be happy, right? Didn't you see his unhappy face? He's jealous."
"Jealous?" Max Taylor chuckled and teased, "My junior has been married for half a year. I suppose it's not your turn to be jealous, Olaf York?"
As soon as Max Taylor's words fell, the room went quiet. In the entire private suite, it was estimated that everyone except Max Taylor, who had just returned from overseas for two days, knew that Jaylene Ziel was Joseph Thompson's ex-wife.
"What's going on?" Max Taylor immediately felt something was off, his eyes spinning.
