Summer Ford took a few steps back, her peripheral vision glanced at the direction of the villa's entrance, and she turned to run indoors.
Ethan Laurent coldly watched her back, following her in a few steps.
His legs are long, each of his steps equals several of Summer's, and his speed was naturally swift, the distance between them was shrinking.
Summer looked back, catching a glimpse of his face cold enough to freeze someone, and quickened her pace.
The villa was very quiet.
Early in the morning, only the sound of their footsteps could be heard.
One was thump-thump-thump-thump, chaotic and disorganized.
The other was orderly and full of vigor.
Summer quickened her pace, dashed inside the room, intent on locking the door behind her.
However, as soon as she turned around, a shadow loomed from behind, and before she could react, a powerful force assaulted her from behind, and her body was suddenly pinned against the wall with a smack.
