Dallas Taylor responded indifferently, his gaze gliding over Windsor Myres’s face. Ignoring her surprised expression, he turned slightly to walk away. The crowd nearby hurriedly followed. Victor Williams breathed a sigh of relief. But Windsor Myres, who had been restrained by him, suddenly spoke up, "Dallas." The entire corridor instantly fell silent. Dallas, who had already taken a few steps, stopped, and those following him stopped immediately as well, casting strange looks at Windsor Myres, then at Dallas. Windsor Myres shook off Victor, ran over, and directly linked arms with Dallas, rubbing up to him coquettishly, "Are you mad? I came here specifically to find you, but your brother stopped me. I wasn’t intentionally tangling with him, look..." She pointed at Victor’s face and argued confidently, "He tried to kiss me, and I slapped him. Don’t be angry." Everyone in the corridor was petrified. Victor’s expression changed several times, his eyes landing on Dallas’s handsome, emotionless face, slightly probing. Dallas was also taken aback. This surprise wasn’t less than anyone else’s. However, his naturally expressionless face always appeared profound and unfathomable. After a while— Check latest chapters at 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝·𝘧𝙞𝙧𝙚·𝔫𝔢𝔱 He glanced down at Windsor Myres hanging on his arm and said to the surrounding people, "Wait outside for me." "Yes, President Taylor." Despite their full confusion, they didn’t say more and quickly walked out. Dallas looked steadily at Windsor. Windsor Myres was thinking quickly, guessing his identity. Jett Williams, the Family Head, was nearly sixty, divorced, and reportedly had a son raised by the mother years ago. She also raised her eyes, curiously examining Dallas. Dallas looked at her coldly, understanding she wanted him to help her out. Thinking slightly, he said to Victor, "Little Windsor is mine. I hope what happened earlier doesn’t happen a second time." Having joined the army as a youth, years of training made him physically strong; standing upright, he looked like a steel tower. He naturally emitted an aura of imposing authority. Victor, drifting among blossoms, was certainly no match. Victor loved to play and had no real interest in the authority of the Family Head. Managing such a vast family business, not to mention the group’s subsidiaries, could burn twenty years off one’s life without respite. He didn’t have that much leisure time. Actually, he had already decided to become a carefree young master and naturally avoid Dallas’s edge. Victor smirked, "A misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding. Had I known she was your girl, big brother, I wouldn’t dare be disrespectful." "That’s good." Dallas withdrew his arm from Windsor Myres’s embrace and turned to leave. Windsor Myres grabbed him again, whispering, "Your brother has some of my photos, not flattering ones. Ask him to delete them for me." Dallas glanced at her once more. Windsor Myres’s expression carried a subtle hint of pleading. Dallas nodded and asked Victor, "What about the photos?" "On my phone." Victor directly took out his phone, smiled, and said, "I’ll delete them now, won’t leave a single one." As he spoke, he deleted all the photos in Windsor Myres’s presence. Windsor Myres breathed a sigh of relief. Grinning, she said, "Thanks," and followed Dallas out. Softly, she said, "Thank you, instructor." "Hmm." Dallas said, "Can’t handle it, don’t come to such places." Windsor Myres didn’t argue; instead, her tone was quite relaxed.