So much so that Summer Sutton didn't see the face of the person inside the car clearly.
Standing rigidly in place, Summer Sutton stared lost in thought at the direction the sports car had departed, paused for a few seconds, opened the car door, and got in. She ordered Marshall Quinn in the driver's seat, "Marshall, did you see that car earlier? Let's chase after it!"
"Who's inside?" Marshall asked out of curiosity.
Summer Sutton didn't answer, her gaze searching the dark night, only urging him to drive.
Marshall, helpless, asked no more questions, turned the car around, and chased in the direction where the other car had disappeared.
"A black sports car. Did you see it?" Summer Sutton kept reminding him from beside.
Marshall hadn't seen the car Summer Sutton had just referred to or knew what the car looked like.
Summer Sutton seemed anxious, rubbing her hands together impatiently, craning her neck to keep looking forward.
