Sumr Sutton’s face silently lifted, and she instantly saw hope.
She rushed to the bathroom door and started beating it with a "bang, bang."
While banging, she called for help, "Is anyone there? Please open the door!"
"Can anyone outside hear? Can you help, please?"
The sound of footsteps was still echoing.
Passing through the corridor, it seed to enter the office where Sumr Sutton was located.
"Please help! Please!" Her voice was loud, fearing soone outside wouldn’t notice her, might glance at the office, turn off the lights, and leave.
The bathroom door was banged so hard by her that her hand beca swollen, her voice turned hoarse, and finally, the footsteps approached her direction.
The sound grew closer and seed sowhat familiar.
The final stop was seemingly outside the bathroom door.
Then the bathroom door was pushed open.
The face that appeared in front of Sumr Sutton was Manuel Ink’s face.
Sumr Sutton stared at him, montarily dumbfounded.
"The sun..."
Manuel Ink looked her up and down, scrutinizing her for a while, the face under the mask turning cold.
He seed sowhat displeased, which Sumr Sutton could clearly feel.
The man who always appeared indifferent to anything in front of her had eyes that turned chillingly cold.
This side of him made Sumr Sutton pause again.
"How long have you been in there?" Manuel Ink gazed at her for a while, asking.
"Over five hours," Sumr Sutton replied truthfully.
Manuel Ink’s expression turned even colder.
"Why are you still here so late? Working overti?" Sumr Sutton looked at him and asked tentatively.
Manuel Ink didn’t answer and just walked ahead of her towards the elevator.
Sumr Sutton, having been trapped, didn’t want to stay in the bathroom for a mont longer and hurriedly followed him out.
"Haven’t eaten?" Manuel Ink asked her after pressing the elevator button.
In fact, due to the water-tampered lunch, Sumr Sutton hadn’t had lunch nor dinner.
By this ti, she was already so hungry that her vision was blurred.
She hadn’t spoken yet when her stomach growled.
With only her and his company building there, it was extraordinarily quiet.
So quiet that even the slightest sound could be heard clearly.
Manuel Ink turned his head and glanced at her again.
Sumr Sutton felt a bit embarrassed, her gaze awkwardly shifted away.
Manuel Ink didn’t say anything, entering the elevator, taking her downstairs, then driving towards a restaurant close to the company.
He took her to a Chinese restaurant, which was Sumr Sutton’s preference, seemingly knowing her taste.
After entering, without asking what she liked to eat, he browsed the nu.
Manuel Ink ordered quite a few dishes, without asking Sumr Sutton’s preferences, yet when served, they were all to her taste.
This side of him made Sumr Sutton pause once more.
"Enjoy." Manuel Ink threw her a sentence, flipping through a magazine.
He didn’t seem to be hungry, as all the dishes were ordered solely for Sumr Sutton.
It was already quite late; Sumr Sutton just wanted to go ho sooner, rest, and resu work tomorrow.
With her head down, she swiftly finished off the food on the table and left the restaurant with Manuel Ink.
It was one o’clock by then.
By this late hour, Manuel Ink wouldn’t possibly let her go back alone.
Sending Sumr Sutton back to Morning Garden, it was one twenty.
As Sumr Sutton bent down to get out of the car, a figure slowly erged from the villa balcony upstairs.
Quietly watching the scene at the door, the man upstairs had a somber expression.
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