"What, what's wrong?" Summer Ford looked puzzled.
Ethan Laurent turned slowly, his back to her, and stared deeply into her face.
There was no doubt about Summer Ford's beauty—she was fresh, bright, and lively. However, he hadn't expected that wherever she went, her looks seemed to attract trouble.
Ethan Laurent watched her for a while, his deep gaze obscuring his thoughts.
"Come in!" After a moment of silence, he tossed out this sentence and turned to enter the VIP room ahead.
Summer Ford instinctively followed him in, arriving by his side.
Originally, there were several young people in the room. Upon seeing Ethan Laurent and her entering together, they voluntarily left.
Ethan Laurent sat on the sofa after entering, took a piece of paper and a pen from the table beside him, scribbled something unknown, and handed the paper to her. "Sign it!"
