Summer Sutton's smiling face instantly froze.
She scanned fiercely in Watt Bennet's direction, her gaze at him was somewhat angry.
He did it on purpose, didn't he?
Summer was certain that his actions just now were intentional!
Watt acted as if he hadn't seen her gaze, casually walked past her, and calmly returned to his table and sat down.
Summer's dress was dirty; there probably wouldn't be any way she could go on stage to present the award later.
Angrily, she trembled for a while, digging her nails repeatedly into the palm's flesh.
"Oh no, what should we do?" Ariella Sawyer looked at her stained formal dress and worried a bit for her.
"Help me present the award later." Summer threw the words at her and stood up, heading towards the lounge.
She intended to clean her dress, and there were actually several paths she could take from her table to the lounge, but she deliberately chose the one in Watt's direction.
