Manuel Ink could only stop helplessly.
Summer Sutton was already on the plane with Old Master Ink, a small helicopter.
Once she sat down, her nerves were on edge.
She fastened the seatbelt tightly, gripping the seat with both hands.
Her nervousness only earned a roll of the eyes from the Old Master.
"Such a coward," he threw two words at her and continued flying.
Summer Sutton thought to herself, with his skills, how could she not be scared?
If Adrian Walyon were flying today, she wouldn't be so worried.
But until she got the medicine, this elderly man was essentially the emperor, and she couldn't defy him.
She pursed her lips and ignored his remark, continuing to hold the seat tightly.
The helicopter slowly took off, leaving the ground, ascending gradually.
Summer Sutton looked out the window, seeing Manuel Ink standing below, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on them.
He seemed somewhat worried, never taking his eyes off them.
Seeing him like that made Summer Sutton pause.
