Sumr Sutton said this, and actually, you can’t bla him, as most people would probably think it’s an insult.
Sumr Sutton felt a bit embarrassed when he glanced at her like that.
Straightening her back, she hastily explained, "No, I was actually just... I was actually just..."
She racked her brains but couldn’t co up with a good explanation for herself.
Was she calling him by the nickna she had given him?
If he found out about that nickna, would he kick her out of the car?
"I... I... the sun outside..." Sumr stamred for quite a while, genuinely not knowing how to explain.
She didn’t even know what she was saying, her words were incoherent and lacked any logical sense.
The man sitting beside her glanced at her indifferently, staring at her blushing face for a long mont, then slowly uttered a word, "Ink."
His voice was faint, very faint, like a clear stream trickling through a mountain canyon.
Sumr Sutton suddenly raised her face, not daring to believe what she heard.
Did he know what she wanted to explain?
Staring at him in shock, Sumr Sutton couldn’t believe her thoughts; this man could see through them at a glance.
The man didn’t say much else, after giving her a word, he turned his gaze to the window.
Ink...
Sumr Sutton slowly pondered over his na, not knowing if it was a surna or a first na.
For the rest of the journey, Manuel Ink didn’t say a single word.
A convoy of Rolls Royces continued driving along the road, seemingly heading towards the seaside.
The car finally stopped at a port by the sea.
Upon arrival, Manuel Ink got out of the car first.
His gaze turned to Sumr Sutton, who remained in the car, watching her for a mont before he seed to whisper sothing to the bodyguard beside him.
A minute later, the bodyguard brought over an outfit from the car behind.
A woman’s outfit, a dress reaching down to the ankles, with long sleeves, which would almost completely cover a person when worn, accompanied by a veil.
Sumr Sutton stared blankly, unable to imdiately grasp his intention.
"If you want to be safer, put it on." Tossing her the words, Manuel Ink handed her the clothes, then coldly ordered the bodyguards standing outside the car, "Move ten ters away, and no one is allowed to look in this direction!"
His voice carried an innate authority.
The accompanying bodyguards obediently retreated, forming a large circle around the car, with their gazes fixed far away, none daring to look towards Sumr Sutton’s direction.
Sumr Sutton understood the implication of Manuel Ink’s words.
He ant her face was too eye-catching, not safe.
Sumr Sutton feared hindering his business, so she didn’t hesitate much and took the clothes into the car.
Manuel Ink turned his back automatically, avoiding her view.
Sumr Sutton quickly changed her clothes, putting on the dress he sent and covering herself with the veil before getting out of the car again.
"I’m ready." Obediently standing by his side, she followed him onto the yacht.
Her face lightly lowered, while walking, the corner of Sumr Sutton’s eyes subtly scanned around, quietly observing the surroundings.
This man indirectly admitted he was in the underworld; wouldn’t transactions in the underworld co with danger?
Sumr Sutton examined the surrounding environnt, secretly thinking about which direction would be easier to escape from if danger suddenly arose.
The journey onto the yacht was not long, yet her mind was filled with countless thoughts.
User Comments
0 comments from readers