Ethan Laurent was still behind her, maintaining a steady pace from beginning to end, without even quickening his steps.
His expression was indifferent, much like a hunter who had set a trap and was simply waiting for the prey to walk into it.
Summer Ford was still running ahead. Her reaction speed was already considered quick among girls, and she was running fast, yet she still couldn't shake off Ethan Laurent.
His earlier words merely implied that as long as she got out of his sight, it would be enough.
Just get out of his sight!
There were many ways to get out of his sight.
It didn't necessarily mean she had to run out of the place!
Summer Ford's gaze kept sweeping through the garden, and she spotted a lake not far ahead. Her steps suddenly slowed down.
Ethan Laurent was still walking towards her, his pace still unhurried.
Summer turned her head, her gaze fixed on him, her voice cold and clear, "Do you mean what you just said?"
