Summer Thorne's voice was soft and quiet, yet unhurried, as if she possessed boundless confidence.
The man's expression had been sour, but seeing Summer Thorne's reaction, he seemed momentarily stunned. He shot her another glare before skeptically leaving her car and returning to the vehicle ahead.
Summer Thorne watched him stop at the rear door, lean over, and say something to the person inside.
The car was covered in dark window tints, so Summer Thorne couldn't see how many people were inside, nor could she gauge their reaction.
She only saw that after a few dozen seconds, the man straightened up, turned, and walked back toward her.
The fierce look had returned to the man's face. He stared intently at Summer Thorne. "My boss's wife says she'll let it slide this time. Stop following us."
Hearing this cold threat, Summer Thorne paused for a moment, then suddenly started to laugh.
The man looked at her as if she were crazy. After all, her reaction was truly bizarre.
