Mason Crawford was, naturally, not satisfied with this outcome.
However, since Summer Thorne hadn't seen him, she didn't have to face his reaction directly.
Not until late on the fourth night.
Summer Thorne was in the room she had been staying in for the past few days, her head lowered as she stared at a message from Louis Sutton on her phone.
"You're not planning on coming back today, are you? Go ahead and transfer next week's living expenses."
It was just two simple sentences, yet it was a rare occasion for him to text her first.
Summer Thorne stared blankly at the message for a while.
She hadn't expected to be here for four days.
In truth, Mason Crawford wasn't so powerful that he could dictate her every move. If she had truly wanted to leave, she could have found a way.
Yet she had all but given up struggling, allowing herself to be trapped here for four whole days.
'What was she waiting for? What was she hoping for?'
