Editor: Atlas Studios Ethan Laurent moved quickly, decisively, efficiently, and with an air of dominance.
His masterful actions left the others in the room momentarily stunned, and all the guns were pointed at him.
“Who the hell dares…” The man who didn’t manage to grab a gun smashed a glass with a loud crash, stood up, and was about to retaliate.
However, upon recognizing that cold, handsome face, he suddenly found himself at a loss for words.
A familiar face…
Where have I seen it before?
The man paused for a moment, his mind slowly processing as if something had struck it hard.
His pupils contracted in fear.
“E-Ethan…”
The respectful address left everyone else in the room stunned as well.
Their hands trembled, and they all lowered their guns pointed at Ethan Laurent.
Everyone in Central City probably knows what kind of family the Laurent Family is.
The reason why the Laurent Family isn’t to be provoked isn’t just because of its powerful family background, but also due to its ambiguous identity in both legal and illegal scenes.
Rumor has it that all the major families in Central City are allied with the Laurents.
There are even tales of their close ties with Evernight, the largest gang in Panthoria!
No one dares to provoke such a background unless they don’t want to survive in the country!
Summer Ford watched this scene unnoticed, her delicate eyebrows furrowing slightly.
Ethan?
“Ethan, my eyes were just a little foolish earlier.
Please, please come this way!” One of the men changed his attitude entirely, instantly putting on a flattering face and offering his seat to Ethan Laurent.
Ethan Laurent walked over expressionlessly, lazily leaned against the back of the chair, fiddled with the gun in his hand twice, and spoke nonchalantly, “I have a quirk: I don’t like anyone touching things I’ve handled!”
He paused and suddenly directed his gaze to the man who was about to make a move on Summer Ford.
Being swept by his look, the man’s spine went cold, and he hurriedly explained himself, “I really didn’t touch anything just now, really!
If I had known that girl—no, if I had known that lady was yours, I absolutely wouldn’t have offended her!”
Summer Ford shuddered at the man’s words.
What do you mean by ‘his’?
Does one encounter make her his?
However, given the circumstances, even though she disagreed a thousand times over in her heart, she said nothing.
Ethan Laurent seemed somewhat satisfied with the man’s response, put away the gun in his hand, and stood up, seemingly intending to leave.
He had spoken; he didn’t believe these people would still dare to target Summer Ford!
A gunfight that should have erupted was so easily defused by his mere presence, without even needing to lift a finger.
“Wait, together!” Summer Ford saw him about to leave, glanced at the fierce-looking group in the room, and hurriedly followed him.
Ethan Laurent walked in front, appearing to stroll leisurely but actually moving swiftly, each step of his equaling several of Summer Ford’s.
“Thanks for just now.” Summer Ford closely followed behind him, walked a few steps, and suddenly blurted out, “But, how did you happen to be outside just now?”
“Didn’t I say it was a coincidence?” Ethan Laurent’s face slightly turned, giving her a sidelong glance, and suddenly a mocking smile curled his lips, “What?
Did you think I was following you?”
Summer Ford had indeed thought about it.
But since he said so, she must have overthought it.
The two walked a bit further ahead, and the figure in front of her suddenly stopped.
Summer Ford, caught off guard, bumped into him, her face pressing against his back.