The night shrouded the sky, casting a glorious glow, mingling stars and moon in harmony.
Central City, The Imperial Hotel.
A white Bugatti sports car sliced through the night like the wind, making a graceful spin in front of the hotel before swiftly halting at the main entrance.
The waiting attendants on either side stepped forward respectfully, "Ethan, you've arrived!"
The car door swung open, and a man emerged from within.
The night shrouded his face, with features faintly visible in the darkness, yet his sharp, chiseled contours were unmistakable.
The perfect arc of his profile was so stunning, it seemed to brighten the surrounding light.
"Your room has already been arranged!" The reception attendant deferentially reminded, making a gesture of invitation to him.
"Hmm." The man uttered a cold word disdainfully, leaving behind the group of attendants as he strode into the hotel.
A cold magnetic aura surrounded him, and wherever he passed, it was as if a chilling wind swept through, sending a shiver of ice and snow in its wake.
He entered the elevator, arriving at the room on the 15th floor that had been prepared beforehand, casually unbuttoned his shirt, and with long strides headed directly to the bathroom.
The sound of running water in the bathroom coincided with the sudden insertion sound of a card outside the suite door.
The closed door was quietly opened by someone...
At the same time, a small birthday party was underway on the hotel's lawn downstairs.
This birthday party was held for Ronan Ford, the young master of the Ford Family. Summer Ford had just arrived when tonight's main character came to welcome her.
"Summer, you're here!" Ronan Ford strode towards her, and as he was about to reach her, he eagerly lunged forward.
Summer Ford was sharp-eyed, taking two steps back and cleverly avoiding his advance just before he could touch her.
"Summer Ford!" Ronan Ford missed his target, a hint of annoyance on his face, but seeing her face, more delicate than a flower, all his anger dissolved.
The night is still long, he's not worried about not getting her!
Ronan Ford, the son of Summer Ford's adoptive father, had never stopped coveting her since she grew up, always looking at her like he wanted to devour her.
Unfortunately, Summer Ford was clever, usually avoiding him and rarely going home, leaving Ronan's hopes dashed repeatedly.
Such a tantalizing piece of meat right in front of him, yet he could only look and not taste, made Ronan uncomfortable for a long time.
However, thinking about tonight's plan, a mischievous smile curled up on his lips.
He summoned a passing waiter, took two glasses of wine from the tray, and handed one to Summer Ford, "Summer, it's my birthday tonight, aren't you going to toast me with a drink?"
Summer Ford was always on guard around him, but in tonight's setting, it was hard to refuse this glass of wine.
"I want to drink this flavor!" She stared at the wine he handed over for a couple of glances, then concocted a clever reason for herself and took the opportunity to swap her glass.
Ronan discreetly observed her actions, the malicious smile on his lips deepened.
He knew this girl was not going to play fair!
Fortunately, he was prepared!
No matter how careful this girl was, she probably didn't guess that all the wine had been tampered with...