Rhys Sullivan was left speechless by his words, yet she was powerless against him.
Turning her head, her gaze once again followed Summer Ford.
She stared in the direction where Summer Ford disappeared for a while, avoiding Snor Fairchild's gaze, and walked towards Summer Ford once more.
Summer Ford had just sat down on a corner sofa chair, glanced at her, frowned, and looked up.
Rhys Sullivan stood beside her, her chin lifted arrogantly, her gaze condescending, "I really don't see what's so special about you. I can't understand what kind of taste Ethan has."
Summer Ford didn't want to pay her any mind, but since the other party came to pick a fight, if she didn't respond at all, it would seem too easy to bully.
With a slight smile, Summer Ford wasn't angered by her words, but sighed in agreement, "Yeah, Ethan really has questionable taste, even someone as ordinary as me caught his eye..."
Her initial words were harmless, seemingly gentle and compliant.
