He wasn't worried about the investment going down the drain right now; he was worried about whether Summer Sutton could walk out of this restaurant alive!
Adrian Walyon clearly didn't expect Summer Sutton to make such a move. After taking a punch to the face, he stood there slightly tilted for quite a while, his sharp gaze sweeping towards Summer.
"You struck first!" Summer was flustered by the way he gazed at her, her back drenched with cold sweat.
"I struck first?" Adrian tugged at his tie, looking at her with a dark gaze, "Where exactly did I lay a hand on Miss Sutton?"
Summer was dumbfounded by his question.
He hadn't touched her, but with that stance just now, who knew what he intended to do?
Can a threatening gaze not count as provoking?
"Get up within three seconds!" Adrian ordered, his face cold.
How could Summer dare?
There were still a lot of people here, and she could ensure Adrian wouldn't do anything to her.
