The Sway and Slide of Love by Jean Song

Chapter 791

Anton was the first to frown. At first, he thought someone had come to cause trouble.

He was about to signal his bodyguards to check on the situation when he saw someone walking straight toward him.

The man was dressed in a black suit with a white dress shirt underneath. There seemed to be an injury on his arm, so his jacket was draped over his jacket instead.

His hair was neatly combed back, revealing a strikingly handsome and chiseled face. His perfect features and commanding presence instantly overshadowed everything else in the banquet.

And along with the fading colors of the scene, Dylan's face also paled. Everyone else was shocked, but he was the only one who was truly panicked.

What was going on? Hendrix was still alive? No, that was impossible. If he were still alive, why hadn't the people Dylan sent out reported back at all?

No, that didn't make sense. If Hendrix had really been alive all this time, how could he have remained completely silent while Dylan made all those moves?

But the man standing before him was undeniably Hendrix. Or was he dreaming? "M-Mr. Freeman?" Anton was the first to speak, his voice thick with disbelief. Hendrix strode straight toward them and stopped in front of Anton. "Mr. Sherman, it's been a while."

he spoke, he extended his hand and shook

voice, smile, and

glass, almost to the point

Anton asked, voicing the question

replied casually. "The signal there wasn't great, so I only found out after returning that so much

finally lifted. And in that

jaw, staring him down with furrowed

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more at ease. He even smiled at Dylan Before stepping forward, closing the distance between them.

his right hand for a moment before chuckling. "A vacation? You sure

could I say? I couldn't exactly tell them I was set up and

were spoken in a volume

"Hendrix, you really know how to keep your cool. But so what if you're back? Do you really think

"Hmm, let's find out."