Who knew, after just two minutes, Ethan Laurent's actions suddenly became more brazen.
His hand explored inside her clothes for a moment, then he suddenly embraced her and pressed her onto the surface of the desk.
This movement shocked Summer Ford, her expression changing with horror.
"Ethan Laurent, stop it!" With her arm propped between them, Summer Ford gave him a wary glance and wriggled out from under him, hunched over.
Ethan Laurent seemed displeased with her actions, his expression darkening.
Summer Ford cautiously glanced at him, retreated a few steps, and casually handed the contract on the desk to him, "Don't you still have work to do? Look at the contract!"
Ethan Laurent glanced at her with cold eyes and accepted the item she handed over.
Summer Ford sighed in relief and turned to walk to the sofa furthest from him.
Sitting by the sofa, she turned and picked up a jewelry magazine to read.
