Adrian Walyon grabbed her and continued walking towards the roadside.
He hadn't driven here and flagged down a taxi to shove her in.
Summer Sutton was uncooperative.
"I don't want to, I can go back myself!" She held onto the car door, intending to resist, but Adrian Walyon cast a cold glance over her without considering her objections.
Grabbing her shoulder, he lifted and tossed her in like a sack.
The tall body squeezed in after her, and Adrian Walyon's indifferent command to the driver was, "Drive."
"Where to?" the driver asked casually.
Adrian Walyon accurately gave an address.
What street, what building number, which tower, which floor.
Summer Sutton suddenly lifted her face, looking at him incredulously.
The address Adrian Walyon gave was her apartment!
He knew where she lived?
Adrian Walyon didn't explain, staring straight ahead, his face expressionless since getting in the car.
But what didn't he know about her?
