Snor Fairchild, as if unaware of her actions, pulled her to the car, got in first, then slightly tugged at her wrist, and Summer Ford's body was helplessly pulled in by him.
The accelerator was slammed hard, and before she could react, the black sports car zoomed off into the distance.
Summer Ford, feeling resigned, could only suppress the urge to get out of the car.
"Where do you want to take me?" She pulled over the seatbelt and fastened it, her gaze turning to him beside her.
"A special place." Snor Fairchild's lips curled slightly, increasing the speed of the car.
Summer Ford sat in the car, watching the outside without a word.
She took out her phone and hesitated whether to explain the situation to Ethan Laurent, but feared he might misunderstand, so she held back the impulse.
Summer Ford was actually reluctant to follow Snor Fairchild for company business, but since she was already in the car, she could only take it one step at a time.
