"Fate is also a coincidence," Summer Ford corrected.
Snor Fairchild didn't bother with her argument. Leaning an arm against the wall, he glanced casually over her face, then pulled her into the room. "Since it's such a coincidence and everyone has eaten, let's join together!"
Without allowing Summer to respond, he pulled her into a private room next door.
"Hey, wait! Noah Sinclair!" His grip was strong, and Summer felt like she was being dragged in.
At the door, she tried to steady herself using the doorframe. However, she was forcefully pulled inside.
Summer couldn't match his strength, so she stopped struggling and followed him inside, but she did not sit down.
She looked at him with a hint of sarcasm, "Does Mr. Fairchild always invite people to dine with such forceful methods?"
"That depends on who the other person is." Snor sat down gracefully as the accompanying butler came forward, respectfully laying out a napkin for him and setting his tableware.
