Summer Ford felt a chill run down her spine, yet she still braced herself to add, "I don't want a cent of the hundred million you offered; my condition is this and this alone!"
"Seems like your appetite isn't small, I've underestimated you." Ethan Laurent curled his lips coldly, his words utterly sarcastic. With the title of Mrs. Laurent, what does a hundred million matter?
Summer's face flushed, her fingers clenched into fists turning somewhat white, but she didn't defend herself. Instead, she followed his words with, "Since I'm selling, I should make myself more valuable, shouldn't I?"
Ethan's expression froze again.
In truth, Summer was well aware of how absurd this was. Not to mention she and Ethan hardly knew each other; she didn't even know his first or last name. But she couldn't think of a better way. Her relationship with Ronan Ford was unique; even if she often avoided him, they were bound to run into each other frequently.
