He wanted to push the contract onto her, but was coolly stopped by him, "What's the rush?"
His tone was always indifferent, as if he wasn't here for serious business at all, but rather on a date.
Summer Ford furrowed her brows.
It seemed she had encountered a difficult one.
Summer Ford was secretly pondering how to handle the situation next.
If he kept dragging on like this, would she have to sit here with him continuously?
Summer Ford held a glass of drink, took a light sip, lowered her gaze, pondered calmly, and then glanced sidelong at Sean Shaw who was still sizing her up. Her face slowly lifted up.
