Hearing Dustin Hughes' voice, Summer Shawcross took a deep breath, trying hard to suppress the anger in her heart, then coldly asked a question.
"Why are you here?"
"You haven't replied to my emails. I was worried something happened to you, so I couldn't resist coming to see you." Dustin looked at Summer with a concerned expression.
Summer didn't speak, just looked at Dustin's hypocritical expression, and felt sick to her stomach.
She must have been out of her mind before, to have been so deceived by such hypocritical words and expressions.
Thinking back on how he treated her before, Summer couldn't help but clench her teeth.
At fifteen, Summer was still the Shawcross Family heiress. Once after school, because her driver was delayed and couldn't pick her up, a few local thugs surrounded her near the school, attempting to assault her.
At only fifteen years old, she was terrified. Just as she was trembling in fear, a boy appeared.
