Hearing Summer Thorne's words, Sidney Tate was momentarily speechless. He didn't even dare to turn and look at Mason Crawford's face.
From what he knew of Mason Crawford, her words would easily set him off.
Even though she was only speaking the truth—
Sure enough, the next moment, Mason Crawford's voice cut through the air. "Stop the car!"
The car came to a smooth stop. Mason Crawford tossed the items in his hand onto the seat and glared at Summer Thorne, his eyes like ice. "If you want to call the police, then go right ahead. Now get the hell out of my car!"
Summer Thorne laughed. "I couldn't ask for anything more."
With that, Summer Thorne scooped up the items with one hand, pushed open the door, and got out.
The car sped off the next instant, leaving nothing but a rush of wind in its wake.
Summer Thorne stood alone on the side of the road, fighting to control the turmoil inside as she pulled out her phone to hail a car.
