Summer Ford lifted her knee, instinctively wanting to kick the man in the groin, but he dodged it.
"Ethan Laurent!" Summer Ford pressed down on his hand, forcibly prying it away, and yelled.
However, just as the name left her lips, her mouth was covered again...
The yacht was already very quiet, and in such a situation, even a little sound would be greatly amplified.
The restaurant where Ethan Laurent was situated was actually still far away, and at that moment, he was staring at his phone screen, silently counting the time until she returned.
That shout from Summer Ford, whether it really traveled over or it was intuition, made Ethan Laurent suddenly lift his lowered face.
He turned his head and glanced in the direction she had left, then walked over step by step.
Searching all along the route to the restroom, not finding anyone, Ethan Laurent's gaze darkened, and in a few steps, he rushed to the deck.
