"Why are you just standing there? Get in there and grab her for me!" Ronan Ford yelled angrily at the attendant beside him, his face flushed an angry shade of red. "Break down the door! What are you staring at like an idiot?"
The attendant was stunned by his words, reflexively obeying the order and started to hit the door.
Bam, bam, bam—a series of thuds resonated as the door rattled with each blow.
"Summer Ford, come out! I'm just asking you to be with your brother. Are you not willing? Come out now!"
His attitude was overbearing, as if being liked by him was a fortune for Summer Ford!
Summer Ford was utterly repulsed by men like him.
Go out there?
Only a fool would walk out after narrowly escaping from someone who has been scheming against her all the time!
Even though Summer Ford had lived with The Ford Family for so many years and knew Ronan Ford for a long time, she had never liked men like him, with his sleazy appearance and disgusting demeanor, strutting around with his nose in the air.
After today, she detested him even more from the bottom of her heart.
Summer Ford's mindset right now was that she would rather sleep with a random stranger than be trampled on by someone like Ronan Ford!
"Figure out a way to open the door for me!"
"Just smash it with all your might! If it breaks, I'll pay for it!"
Outside, Ronan Ford's boisterous voice continued.
Even without seeing the scene outside, Summer Ford could imagine the furious man issuing haughty commands to the attendant.
The Ford Family did have some influence, which only fueled Ronan Ford's arrogance.
There seemed to be more people outside than before. From the increasing intensity and number of thuds, Summer Ford could tell.
Summer Ford pressed her back against the door, holding it tightly, turned her head to check again, ensuring that the door was already locked from within, and inserted the door latch. After this double security, her tense nerves finally slightly relaxed.
Before that bastard's people barged in, she might still have time to think of a way to save herself.
Ignoring the barrage of pounding from outside, her gaze turned inward, examining the interior of the room seriously.
An extraordinarily luxurious suite, with an elegant and vintage Rococo design. From the chandelier hanging overhead to every tiny object in the room, it exuded unparalleled opulence, as if she had stepped into an Eldorian palace.
Inside the room, it was unusually quiet, and it was unclear if anyone else was there.
Summer Ford had just taken two steps when she felt dizzy, her footing unsteady.
Earlier, she was too busy nervously dealing with Ronan Ford outside, ignoring the effects of the drugged wine.
Now that her surroundings fell silent, all her senses suddenly became acutely aware.
Summer Ford felt as if she was enveloped in flames, her body almost set ablaze by the discomfort.
"Ronan Ford, you bastard!" she cursed, turning her gaze toward the bathroom and stumbled toward it.
Reaching the bathroom door, she tried to rush into the shower, but unexpectedly slammed into a wall of flesh.
Afraid of losing control and doing something rash, without even looking at who it was, she pushed him away, intending to dash into the bathroom, but was pulled back by that person.
"Move aside!" Summer Ford fiercely pinched the flesh of her palm, exerting great self-control to remain rational, trying to struggle free from his grip, only to be yanked back once again—