His actions were very sudden. The people in the cars ahead hadn't reacted yet when the white sports car had already stopped steadily a few meters ahead of the crowd.
A series of actions—clean, swift, and very dominating.
A dozen cars were just left behind like that.
He slightly turned his face, glancing sideways at Snor Fairchild's car behind him, and Ethan Laurent coldly smirked at the corner of his mouth.
Snor just looked at him indifferently without giving orders to his men, not even saying a word.
"Let's go!" Ethan turned his head, started the car, and continued to the airport.
Upon arriving, he parked the car in a parking space, called a servant to pick it up, and then led Summer Ford into the airport.
Summer was bossed around like a maid to handle a series of check-in procedures, wandering around the airport.
After the tedious procedures were completed and they were about to go through security, they bumped into Snor Fairchild again.
