But, what difference does it make whether the answer is given or not?
Ethan Laurent's eyelid twitched slightly.
She didn't give a direct answer, and he simply chose not to ask further.
He would take charge entirely himself.
The car continued to drive on the road, and after more than half an hour, they arrived at the hotel where Angela Preston was staying; she had already arrived.
"I don't know what you two like to eat, so I haven't ordered anything yet." She looked up and smiled at them.
"That's fine, ma'am." Summer Ford walked over a few steps, pulled out the chair opposite her, and sat down.
"What does Summer like to eat?" Angela glanced at the menu and asked casually.
She was holding the Chinese menu, which featured some of the hotel's classic dishes.
Summer Ford's eyes scanned the menu, then pointed at one of the desserts, "This one is nice, would you like to try it, ma'am?"
