Summer Ford was very angry.
She had her dignity, so by what right did Ethan Laurent decide her freedom?
What did he take her for?
A pet he picked up at will, amusing when happy, but given away to others when displeased?
At the gambling table, the game between Ethan Laurent and Snor Fairchild continued.
From beginning to end, Ethan Laurent's face showed no expression, indifferent as if everything around him was inconsequential.
Summer Ford watched him silently, her fingers clenched tighter and tighter.
As the two were about to reveal their hands, she suddenly took a few steps forward, "Wait a minute!"
"What's the matter?" Snor Fairchild's face slowly lifted, his tone gentle, sweeping away the usual mischievousness with a warmth like sunshine.
Summer Ford walked swiftly between the two, not even glancing at Ethan Laurent, pressing down the anger in her chest. Her expression was masked in a calm so cold it was almost icy.
