"But then..." His tone dragged on a bit, looking Summer Sutton up and down, his fingertips gently tracing his chin.
He seemed to be contemplating something, thought for a good while, and unexpectedly said, "If you could become one of us, that would be another matter entirely."
"If it's for one's own family, it doesn't matter if I lose everything, let alone decades of hard work," the Old Master sighed again.
Bang!
Summer Sutton's head lightly exploded, she looked at him in disbelief, unable to believe what she had heard.
What does it mean?
Is she to be traded for herself?
But, what for in the Ink Family?
To be a workhorse? Or, with Manuel Ink?
In her eyes, Manuel Ink was a solitary and aloof moon, the purest moonlight, cold and sacred, unmatched by anyone.
Even including herself.
Summer Sutton was stunned for quite a while after the Old Master Ink spoke, then her gaze stiffly turned to Manuel beside her.
