The voice was very clear, and when he spoke, he used French.
Ethan Laurent's face unconsciously darkened.
His gaze swept toward the direction of the two of them, and he waited, expressionless, for Summer Ford's explanation.
Summer's lips moved, as if she wanted to say something.
However, before she could open her mouth, Aiden Lennox suddenly leaned down to her ear, murmured something she didn't know in a low voice, and she swallowed her words back down.
The two of them were still whispering together, standing side by side, the image of them as if rimmed with a halo behind them, drawing countless looks from the crowd.
Ethan stared unblinkingly at the two of them like that, his already cold and predatory eyes instantly filling with icy frost.
He didn't care that there were still so many people present, nor how distinguished everyone here was today; he stood up and in a few strides walked toward the two of them.
His footsteps thudded, each sound carrying a low, forceful anger.
