Summer Ford didn't want to admit this cruel reality, but facts were facts.
Not wanting to continue the verbal battle with him, she fiddled with the necklace around her neck, and after a long silence, she slowly raised her gaze, "Take me away from here first, as long as I leave here, you can drop me off anywhere. I'll pay for the ride when I get back, I know, I don't have enough money to pay for your kind of special service, but I'll give it to you slowly over time!"
Her gaze flickered, her eyes almost filled with pleading.
Ethan Laurent watched her continuously fiddle with the necklace, initially thinking she was going to use it as collateral, but he was surprised that she only said these few words.
His gaze momentarily paused, and in his eyes, there was a hint of subtle emotion.
After a moment of silence, he shifted his sight to the driver in front and said lightly, "Drive!"
Summer Ford breathed a sigh of relief, knowing she had convinced him, and with a calm gaze, she looked outside the window.
As she turned her head, Ronan Ford who was always facing away, happened to turn his face towards her.
As their eyes met, the car carrying Summer Ford drove past him ostentatiously, with a very arrogant posture.
Ronan Ford watched the car silhouettes driving away, his face dark with anger...
...
Ethan Laurent drove straight to the school with Summer Ford, watched her enter the school gate, and did not return immediately, but instead turned his gaze to a bodyguard in front of him, "Check into the Ford Family's situation after we return!"
"Yes, sir," the person responded to him, and the black Rolls-Royce slowly drove past picturesque landscapes on the road, finally stopping in front of a quiet villa.
"Young Master Ethan is back!" The servant standing outside came forward respectfully to open the car door for him, humbly standing on either side.
Just as Ethan Laurent was about to get out of the car, his gaze was unwittingly drawn to a nearby parked car.
The familiar license plate number made him furrow his brows uncontrollably.
He swung the car door shut and walked through the garden's pebble path, not yet inside, when the expected voice as anticipated rang out, "Uncle Caden, how can Noah do this?"
A very sweet and delicate voice, sounding somewhat immature, the volume heightened due to frustration, audible even from afar in the garden.
Noah is Ethan Laurent's nickname, given by Mrs. Laurent Esther Shaw when he was young, and only those closest to him call him that.
Ethan Laurent walked in expressionlessly, his gaze sweeping lightly over the faces inside the room, finally looking at Ivy Keats sitting closely beside Caden Laurent.
Ivy Keats was an extremely beautiful girl, her features especially delicate, making people want to cherish her, but at this moment, she was troubled and frowning.
"You're back!" Caden Laurent rubbed his temples with some headache, while looking at him up and down for quite some time, greeted him and directly pushed Ivy Keats to him, "She's all yours!"
Standing up, he nonchalantly tidied the creases on his clothes, turned around, and went upstairs.
With his departure, Ivy Keats's emotions started to collapse.
"Who exactly was that woman last night? Why was she there? Noah, have you already with her...with her..."
Ethan Laurent lightly closed his eyes, knowing he should be comforting at this moment, yet he expressionlessly uttered, "Yes."
One word, straightforward and direct.
Ivy Keats stared at him dumbfoundedly, tears almost rolling down her face.