Summer Ford felt her entire body stiffen under Ethan Laurent's gaze, a chill running down her back, every second as uncomfortable as sitting on pins and needles.
Unable to endure the atmosphere any longer, she found an excuse and stood up before the meal was over, "Sorry, everyone, I have something to attend to, I need to leave now!"
She stood up and walked out immediately.
Ethan Laurent's gaze followed her figure, his eyes as cold as a frozen wasteland seemed to grow even colder.
Summer Ford walked quickly, exited the restaurant, went straight to the roadside, got into a car, and was ready to leave when the door was suddenly yanked from behind.
She turned her head; Ethan Laurent had followed her out!
"Driver, please go!" Summer Ford pulled the car door tight, instructing the driver in front.
Ethan Laurent was still outside, gripping the door handle so tightly, how could the driver dare to drive?
What if something happened?
