Ignoring Summer Sutton's threats, he continued taking off his own clothes.
He tore off his clothes carelessly, seemingly ready to proceed directly. Summer Sutton seemed anxious and blurted out, "Adrian Walyon!"
Her voice was urgent, her throat breaking with the sound.
Inside the car, the moment that name was shouted, everything became deathly silent.
The man, who was all set to force his way, felt as if he had been struck heavily, all his movements frozen.
"Adrian Walyon? Which Adrian Walyon?" He seemed not to believe what he had heard and asked slowly.
Summer Sutton ignored him, climbed up from the seat, reached for the phone, and called Adrian Walyon.
"Adrian Walyon, come quickly!"
"What's happened?" The voice on the other end of the phone was cold and deep.
Director Chapman, listening clearly to the voice on the other end, felt as if cold water had been poured over him, his mind completely cleared.
