He stared at the two of them for quite a while, then strode toward their direction.
When he reached them, Bass snapped his fingers at the musicians, and just as the music began, he was about to take Summer Ford's hand.
As his hand reached out, however, before he could touch her, another hand swiftly seized Summer Ford's wrist, pulling her back, and Summer Ford fell into a certain chest.
She lifted her head and saw the face above her. Summer Ford was taken aback for a moment, but not too surprised.
Being at the same banquet, if Ethan Laurent truly stayed silent and let another man finish a dance with her, she would have been more surprised.
"She already has a partner, Mr. Bass, please leave!" Ethan Laurent slightly turned his gaze, indifferently tossing a sentence to Bass, pressing Summer Ford tighter into his embrace, arms wrapped firmly around her waist.
