Summer Sutton stared unblinkingly at the computer screen, her fingers tapping away on the keyboard.
She was typing with such force, as if the keyboard was her mortal enemy, each keystroke hit with particular intensity. The magazine Ariella Sawyer pushed toward her, she didn't even glance at it.
Ariella inexplicably felt a murderous aura emanating from her, staring blankly at her, not understanding what had happened.
Summer Sutton continued to type, the keyboard keys were being ruthlessly crushed, each stroke warping them out of shape.
Ariella watched with a heart skipping a beat, observing her intently for a while, then blankly glanced at the man on the magazine in her hand.
She was sure she hadn't provoked Summer Sutton. If she hadn't provoked her, could it be this man?
That shouldn't be the case!
Except for Adrian Walyon, when had Summer ever shown emotions towards other men?
