Her movements were audacious and completely devoid of any embarrassment.
Summer Ford caught a glimpse of her actions from the corner of her eye, and her hand trembled as she gripped the steering wheel, nearly driving the car into the greenery next to them.
So straightforward...
Her gaze subtly shifted sideways, adopting a spectator's stance, her eyes quietly landing on Ethan Laurent's face.
Ethan Laurent never categorized Ivy Keats as 'female'; his arm lifted, leaving Ivy's lunging figure striking air and colliding with his solid arm.
Unfazed, Ivy Keats was about to try again when Ethan Laurent's expression darkened, his facial features hardening like ice, "Had enough yet?"
His voice was extremely cold, chilling to the bone.
Ivy Keats touched her nose with a gesture of understanding and obediently sat aside.
Summer Ford regretted that a good show ended abruptly because of Ethan Laurent's single remark, turning the car around, withdrawing her gaze, and continued driving.
