The tone Ethan Laurent used was the one Summer Ford disliked the most. Just as she was about to take a step, she paused, turned her head, and replied to him word by word, "What if I refuse?"
She was openly provoking him.
It was a simple sentence, cold and clear.
Ethan Laurent wasn't angry; he set down the cutlery in his hand and slowly raised his face.
"It's okay, I always have many ways to do what I want, you know that." His gaze fixed on her face, and his tone was very slow.
The implication of his words was quite clear.
Of course, Summer Ford understood what his methods referred to.
Was he threatening her?
Her face suddenly fell; she tightened her grip on the dining knife.
Ethan Laurent merely glanced at her hand indifferently, and then continued eating as if nothing had happened.
His demeanor was so relaxed, it made Summer Ford grit her teeth.
This was Damian Preston's residence, with numerous servants and bodyguards outside.
