His gaze even gave her a sense of familiarity.
Their eyes met quietly across a few meters, just staring at each other. The man glanced at her for a while, then turned his head and signaled to Alexander Winslow behind him, "Let's go!"
"Hmm." The two figures quietly walked toward the doors of the hotel hosting the evening banquet.
Summer Sutton's gaze followed his figure, watching him slowly disappear into the night. When the man had already reached the hotel entrance and was about to get into the car to leave, Summer didn't know what was wrong with her but felt a trace of reluctance.
The masked man had already gotten into the car, and Alexander Winslow sat in the driver's seat, ready to start the engine.
Summer quietly stared at the man sitting in the back seat for a moment. She also knew what was happening to her at this moment. Just before the car was about to leave, she suddenly broke into a sprint toward the outside.
"Miss Sutton, where are you going?"
