His actions were patient, as if her hand had been contaminated with some bacteria from Raine.
The words he spoke were extremely indulgent.
Raine stood nearby, trembling with anger.
Ethan Laurent remained focused on wiping Summer Ford's hand with a tissue, wiping her small hand several times, then took her hand and hooked it over his arm, leading her slowly outside the scene.
By this time, everyone at the scene had already dispersed, and the livestream had been cut off. Not many knew what happened here.
No one knew about Summer Ford's ranking being changed either.
She had just vented her anger, but the glory that was supposed to belong to her was beyond recovery.
Ethan Laurent led her slowly out of the venue, contemplating the events of that day.
"Actually, venting doesn't necessarily have to be done in that manner."
"What do you mean?" Summer Ford looked at him puzzled.
"Nothing," Ethan Laurent smiled at her cryptically, pulling at the corners of his mouth.
