Just as Selina was only five meters away from Damian Knight, a few bodyguards blocked her mercilessly like an iron wall.
"Let me go! I want to talk to Young Master Knight!"
The bodyguards, like robots, looked at her with indifferent eyes.
Selina stood helplessly in place, turning her head to look back, hoping someone would come up and speak for her.
However, when Selina looked back, she found that everyone was looking at her with cold eyes, some even with schadenfreude and disdain.
"Bang—" the sound of a car door closing.
Selina turned back, watching helplessly as Damian Knight got into the car with Summer Monroe without looking back.
The car door closed, shutting away all her hopes as well.
Her life was completely ruined...
Tears streamed down Selina’s cheeks, yet no one pitied her.
At this moment, Selina finally felt what true regret tasted like.
She should never have stopped the head of Midnight Coffee House from entering the CEO’s office in the first place; if she hadn’t, she wouldn’t have been demoted from the CEO’s office to here.
If she hadn’t been demoted here, she wouldn’t have been banned by the entire industry...
However, it’s too late for regrets now, there’s no remedy for regret in the world.
Inside the black business car.
Damian Knight spoke up, "Go to the nearby hotel."
"Yes." The assistant responded, then sensibly raised the car’s partition, creating two separate worlds in the vehicle.
Summer Monroe had been brought into the car by Damian Knight, unable to see anything.
And at this moment, Damian Knight’s hand was still wrapped around her waist.
Once in the car, Summer finally remembered to withdraw from Damian Knight’s embrace.
She moved aside a bit, pulled away from Damian Knight, and reached up to remove the coat covering her face.
The world was bright again, and Summer squinted for a moment to adjust to the light.
Damian Knight instinctively glanced at his now empty hand, the warmth from holding Summer’s waist still lingered.
Summer’s waist, so slender, barely a handful... really quite thin.
No man dislikes a slender waist.
His Adam’s apple unconsciously bobbed up and down.
He thought he wasn’t interested in women, that only his career occupied his mind.
But in this instant, he suddenly realized, maybe he’s just a worldly man.
"Thank you." Summer adjusted to the light before turning to thank Damian Knight.
However, as she turned, she saw Damian Knight staring blankly at his own hand, eyes wandering, lost in thought.
Is there something on his hand?
Summer looked over in confusion, only to see his hand wet with water from her.
"Ah... I’m sorry." Summer quickly pulled out a tissue, wanting to dry Damian Knight’s hand.
Yet Damian Knight jerked his hand back as if shocked, looking at her with dark eyes, "What are you doing?"
Summer innocently raised the tissue, "Helping you dry your hand..."
"No need."
Damian Knight turned his eyes coldly, looking out the car window.
Summer felt bewildered, not knowing why he suddenly lost his temper.
But considering he helped her get Selina fired, she suppressed her inexplicable feelings and said kindly, "Thank you, I think I’ve got some usable shots now. Let’s go directly to the outdoor shoot. Or... if you’re busy, you can drop me off by the roadside. My assistant will pick me up."
Hearing this, Damian Knight turned back.
He looked her up and down, noticing how pale her lips were, and immediately frowned.
"How are you going to shoot like this?"
Summer looked down at herself in confusion and asked, "Like this? What do you mean?"
"Take a hot shower before the shoot. Our company isn’t so demanding as to have our spokesperson shoot until they catch a cold or fever."
"No, no need, it’s fine." Summer quickly refused.
She was indeed a bit cold, the kind that seeped from her bones.
But she felt her body was fine; changing into dry clothes and drinking some hot water would allow her to continue.
Yet just as Summer finished speaking, her nose started to itch.
"Achoo—"
Summer let out a big sneeze.
She quickly covered her mouth, only to see Damian Knight looking at her with a "go ahead and keep pretending" expression.