"President Lewis, save me, this woman is trying to kill me."
Silently standing as if he were just air, Thomas Hughes stepped forward and yanked the woman falling towards his master away.
Naomi Woods looked at the impartial man in shock, furious yet helpless, as there was nothing she could do with the people by Waylon Lewis's side.
Waylon Lewis's gaze swept toward her coldly.
"You should be thankful she hit you, otherwise you wouldn't even have a chance to talk right now," his frigid voice seemed to freeze everything, making everyone present shiver with fear.
Naomi Woods stared at the man, dumbfounded, unable to comprehend his meaning.
"President Lewis, I...",
Waylon Lewis had no intention of paying her any more attention. Hope Williams had trouble using her chopsticks due to an injury, so Waylon Lewis watched attentively which dishes she eyed and served her food.
Hope ate leisurely, unconcerned about the people around them.
"Thomas, get her out."
What?