The two people walked one after the other, with Summer Ford walking in front, her eyes looking straight ahead.
There was no one else in the corridor, not even the service staff, only Raine Sullivan and her.
When Summer reached the staircase, she seemed to sense something, paused her steps, and gave a subtle glance in Raine's direction.
Their eyes met, and Raine let out a faint snort under her gaze, then nonchalantly shifted her eyes away.
Summer, without revealing any emotion, studied her for a moment, then continued towards the deck.
Raine didn't follow her up, just quietly watched her, lost in thought.
On the deck.
After Summer came up, she directly found a chair and sat down.
The deck was furnished with a long white dining table, tastefully set, with a white patterned tablecloth as the base and several bottles of flowers in the middle.
A very elegant design, likely Esther Shaw's style.
