"Faye, stop!" With a sudden action, Mason Ford's expression changed drastically behind her, his face turning deathly pale.
He wanted to rush over to stop her, but Ethan Laurent's figure beat him to it, blocking the way between Faye and Summer Ford.
Mason Ford raised his head and stared blankly at Ethan's face, sweat dripping from his forehead nonstop in fright.
Faye was used to being spoiled and clearly hadn't figured out the situation, trying to push Ethan aside, but her raised wrist was unexpectedly caught by him.
His grip was strong, twisting Faye's face in pain. She looked up to curse at him, but the chilling look in his eyes made her body tremble, and she swallowed back all the words she was about to say.
Her previously high spirits were like being doused with a bucket of water, instantly extinguished.
"Let, let me go!" She pleaded softly, her wrist twitching in his hand.
