Adrian coldly retracted his gaze and stepped away.
The car trudged slowly along the road, and for the rest of the journey, Summer Sutton behaved much more compliantly, not even daring to look at Adrian.
Her eyes fell on the scenery outside the window, watching the unfamiliar streets as she speculated in silence about Adrian's reasons for taking her.
This man was evidently not an ordinary person, acting so audaciously without fear of any threats she could muster, a background that ran deep and unknown.
Summer Sutton was just a student who hadn't even graduated from college, having only been in this city for two years without knowing any significant figures here, let alone having the chance to get involved with one.
Why would someone like him target her?
Summer simply couldn't figure it out.
She was nothing but a penniless student, with nothing valuable to take.
Was it for some other reason?
Summer unexpectedly shivered with a chill.
The car carrying her finally stopped at an independent villa.
When the car came to a stop, Summer stubbornly refused to get out.
Adrian stood outside the car door, looking down at her, his dark brows raised slightly.
"I won't go in with you!" Summer clung tightly to the car door, putting up a last-ditch struggle.
She initially intended to waste some time with him outside the door, hoping she could call for help if any passersby appeared.
But she didn't expect him to have no patience to bide time with her.
With a flick of his sleeve, he bent over and carried her, striding into the villa with her in his arms.
"Bastard, let go of me! I can walk by myself!" Summer struggled in his arms, trying to push him away.
The man holding her didn't even glance at her, continuing to walk straight ahead without veering his gaze.
Watching the gate move further away from her, while the garden's scenery unfolded before her eyes, Summer felt both anxious and flustered, yet couldn't think of a solution.
Adrian had already brought her into the living room.
"Watch her closely!" he said as he plopped her onto the sofa, tossing a phrase to the person beside him before stepping aside to answer a sudden phone call.
Several bodyguards stood in the living room, along with a group of servants.
With everyone under their watchful eyes, escape was impossible.
Summer sat stiffly on the sofa, her eyes darting around as she discreetly surveyed the room.
A vase was placed beside her. Summer knew a bit about such things; she had read a museum book before, and this vase was an antique several centuries old, worth at least several billion.
For a casually placed decoration to have such value, it seemed she had underestimated the man's background.
But still, why would such a man bring her here?
"What kind of position does your master hold?" Trying to get some information out of Adrian was futile, so Summer attempted to pry from the servant beside him.
"Miss Sutton can ask the young master herself!" The servant bowed his head, showing respect to her.
"Do you know me?" Summer asked in puzzlement.
The servant merely smiled and did not answer her question.
"Your young master seems to have quite the background?" Summer tried probing further.
However, what awaited her was the servant's silence once again.
Clearly, no one intended to give her the answers.
Summer had no choice but to give up.
Adrian finished his call and walked back in from the garden.
As he passed by Summer, she suddenly grabbed hold of his wrist.
Adrian slowly halted his steps.
Summer lifted her face and looked at him steadily, feeling powerless, "At the very least, you should tell me who you are?"
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