Hope Williams, holding Luke and Willow, turned around and walked away.
Waylon Lewis hurriedly followed after her.
Stopped by Waylon, Hope moved to the right, and Waylon stepped to the right; when Hope moved to the left, Waylon blocked her way.
Annoyed, Hope asked, "What do you want?"
"I have something to say."
"I'm not listening," Hope said coldly, walking straight ahead.
Waylon looked deeply at her retreating figure, sighed profoundly, and quickly caught up.
Hope felt a familiar presence behind her, her body suddenly lifted into the air as she was scooped up in an embrace.
"Hey..."
When her body collided with his firm chest, Hope's heart trembled violently.
"Put me down."
Waylon, holding Hope, walked toward the private elevator under the astounded gaze of everyone present.
"Thomas Hughes."
"Master Luke, Miss Willow, be good, okay?" Thomas quickly picked up one child in each arm and hurried to keep up with Waylon's pace.