Mason Crawford was right in the middle of the staircase, less than thirty centimeters from the glass bottle she had smashed.
Mason Crawford glanced at the glass shards scattered all over the floor, his icy gaze lifting to sweep over her.
The moment he saw Summer Thorne, his gaze seemed to freeze, but in the next instant, it grew even colder.
Places like this had security in spades. Especially with someone of Mason Crawford's status—a heavyweight VIP—present. The moment they saw someone trying to cause trouble, two groups of people sprang into action. One group shielded Mason Crawford, while the other moved forward to surround Summer Thorne.
But Summer Thorne just kept staring over there, even using her hand to measure the distance she had just misjudged—
"Oh, so close." Summer Thorne tilted her head and shot Mason Crawford a provocative smile. "What a shame."
