Watt Bennet seemed not to hear, stubbornly holding her and continuing to walk his own way.
"Adrian Walyon, I'm telling you to let go! Let go!" Summer Sutton was truly angry, swinging her arm and slapping him randomly.
"No way!" Watt turned his head to look at her, resolutely replying, "Not for a lifetime!"
Hoisting Summer Sutton over his shoulder, their path ahead was blocked by a black Rolls-Royce.
Summer Sutton paused, lifting her face in astonishment.
Through the car window, Watt Bennet looked at the person sitting inside, and his expression instantly darkened.
It was already night, and the lighting on their road was dim, so he couldn't actually see who was inside the car.
However, the person had not yet stepped out, but Watt Bennet had already guessed his identity.
Manuel Ink!
Sure enough, when the car door opened, Manuel Ink's face appeared in front of them.
