"How about ten percent of Rousseau Group's monthly net profit plus an unlimited supplementary card under my name?" Ethan Laurent replied to her coldly.
Summer Ford's eyes showed a hint of amusement, her lips curled slightly, "You said it!"
"Yes, I said it," Ethan Laurent nodded lightly.
"Alright, I'm going back!" Summer Ford put the towel aside, walked a few steps to him, wrapped her arms around his neck, rubbed her body against his and jumped onto him, her legs wrapped around his waist.
"Honey, you're so good!" Hanging on him like this, she raised her face, her voice intentionally coy.
"Just realized?" Ethan Laurent replied without a trace of guilt.
"After going back, will I be sure not to be troubled?" Summer Ford was still somewhat wary.
Ethan Laurent's personality was too unpredictable.
And her personality was too stubborn, unable to stop herself from inadvertently provoking him, and then she'd be the one to suffer.
