She spoke indifferently, not much different from his tone with her last night.
Wherever Ethan Laurent went, he was revered like an emperor. Who dared to be so arrogant in front of him?
Coldly gazing at her, Ethan's eyes were sharp like the sharpest knives.
Summer Ford probably realized what she had said, her body stiffened with her back to him, but she ignored it.
She didn't even turn her face, continuing to peruse her book.
She was reading a jewelry magazine, just reaching a point of inspiration, she made some notes, sketching out a few drafts.
But now, with Ethan standing beside her, she couldn't focus on the book at all.
Ethan took a few steps towards her, looking down at her with a contemptuous expression, snatched the magazine from her hands, and then threw it away. The book traced a trajectory in the air, falling in a parabolic arch into the nearby fountain.
