Christopher Coldson had let Lola Gold go in the end, to prove that he was not a man who couldn't control his lower half.
He felt wronged.
Because he really couldn't control it now.
When it should be hard, it wasn't, and when it should not be hard, it was incessant.
Was this the quality befitting a playboy?
He went to the restroom to handle it himself, feeling gloomy.
After Lola came out, she immediately went to find Yolanda Greenwood but didn't see her.
At this moment, Eliana Reed had called Yolanda to the end of the hallway.
The dust had settled, and Eliana felt that she could finally say whatever she wanted in front of Yolanda.
"What are you here for?" she asked contemptuously, with the stance of a victor.
Yolanda leaned lightly against the wall, "Of course, to attend the wedding."
"Heh..." Eliana scoffed scornfully, "Yolanda, you're just a complete loser, you don't deserve to be here."
Yolanda's lips pursed into a line, silently observing the woman in front of her.