Just now he and Manuel Ink were in the garden. Such prominent guests appearing at an event naturally draws attention.
After he spoke, the host remained silent for quite a while, seemingly pondering before quietly saying, "Mr. Bennet, that’s Young Master Ink."
He only ntioned Manuel Ink’s last na, withholding any other information.
Watt Bennet didn’t press further.
With just a last na, he could investigate the rest himself.
"Back to the hotel." Throwing this to Marshall Quinn, Watt Bennet rolled his wheelchair forward toward the villa exit.
How Sumr Sutton knew Manuel Ink, this Watt Bennet did not know.
Throughout the journey back, his expression remained cold.
He couldn’t fathom the reason Sumr chose to stay by Manuel Ink’s side but refused to follow him back to their ho country.
Does she like Manuel Ink?
Watt Bennet clearly doesn’t believe it.
Just days ago, Sumr showed no signs of anything unusual, and now, within ten days, she started liking another man—who would believe it?
Listening to her tone, it obviously doesn’t seem as though she’s being forced to stay with Manuel Ink.
Watt Bennet wracked his brain but couldn’t figure out what Sumr Sutton was up to these days.
It was already late by the ti they returned to the hotel.
Yet he showed no intention of sleeping. Instead, he called Marshall Quinn over and assigned him a task, "Find out the hotel she’s staying at, within ten minutes."
"Alright, alright, I’ll go check right away." Marshall Quinn agreed quickly, leaving the room in haste.
After returning to his own room, it took less than ten minutes before he sent Watt Bennet an address.
Watt Bennet stared at the hotel na in the text ssage, and his lips curled coldly.
...
After Sumr Sutton returned to the hotel, she showered for half an hour, washed her face, blow-dried her hair, and fiddled around for quite so ti. It was just past eleven when she erged.
As she prepared to lie down and sleep, the sound of the door turning occurred unexpectedly.
Sumr was startled, glancing toward the door’s direction.
She assud soone had mistakenly entered the wrong room and didn’t pay much attention.
While tidying the bed, ready to climb in, the sound of a card being inserted into the door was heard outside.
Only two swiping sounds occurred, barely enough ti for Sumr to realize before her room’s door was directly pushed open.
This masterful unlocking technique was akin to professional level.
Sumr was frightened, her first instinct being to grab the sheet to cover her body clad in a bathrobe.
Thinking so ill-intentioned person had broken in, she felt a bit tense.
Cautiously she moved toward the door’s direction, intending to check the situation.
Her gaze hadn’t swept over yet, but then she froze upon hearing the clear sound of rollers skidding across the floor.
This sound was too familiar to her, it had been echoing daily around her ears during her ti in their ho country.
Understanding who the visitor was, all the defenses in Sumr’s heart slowly lted away.
Yet the thought of Watt Bennet’s purpose for visiting her, combined with his look when they parted at the villa today, made Sumr tense up again.
Did he co all the way here to settle accounts with her?
Her heart raced rapidly, instinctively reacting to flee.
But her room was on the 28th floor, where could she possibly run?
Unable to escape, Sumr could only brace herself for the encounter.
With the slow gliding sound of the rollers, Watt Bennet’s face gradually appeared before her.
Her gaze first collided with his eyes, sharp as a hawk’s.
Sumr’s eyes t his, and her heart skipped a beat.
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