The car window rolled down, and Ethan Laurent's face appeared.
As soon as she stepped out and saw him, Summer Ford was a bit surprised.
It was so late, yet he showed up in such a place. Initially, she felt a tiny bit touched.
But seeing Ethan Laurent's cold and stern expression, the little bubble of emotion she had just felt instantly burst.
Ethan's face was ice-cold, and his gaze was chilling, as if he were there to interrogate her.
Pushing the car door open and getting out, he yelled at her right away, "Do you even know what time it is? How can you not be home by now? It's just a contract; if you can sign it, just sign it. If not, just leave. What's the point in dragging it on? I've called so many times, and you didn't answer. Don't you know..."
He continued to speak angrily, but before he could finish, Summer interrupted abruptly, "Don't know what?"
In contrast to his irritation, she asked lightly.
