He always talks like that, never caring who you are, leaving no room for retort.
Laura Lowell, a young lady pampered since childhood, never had anyone talk to her like that before, blocked by his words, her face looked extremely unpleasant.
"Disappear from my sight in three seconds!" Ethan Laurent said coldly, not even sparing her a glance.
Laura stood stiffly in place, her fingertips digging into the flesh of her palm, her face turning red and then white.
She had looks, charm, and wealth, with a long line of suitors in Central City. When had she ever suffered such grievances?
The only one she pursued actively, not only did she face rejection, she was treated so coldly, leaving her very unwilling.
"Laurent..." She began to speak but Ethan coldly threw a single word at her, "Scram!"
A chilling word, like a gust from the cellar, devoid of any human warmth.
Laura was startled by him, stepping back two paces, with a bitter expression she turned and ran.
