Summer Ford remained silent for a long while, slowly lifting her head.
The eyes of the other three present all fell on her, quietly waiting for her answer.
Ethan Laurent stared intensely at her face, his gaze cold and chilling.
Summer Ford, if you really dare to agree, you're dead!
Summer glanced at him from the corner of her eye, her lips moving slightly before she slowly began to speak.
However, what she said was, "Grandfather, I'm sorry, coming to Rousseau was already a cross-industry move for me. I'm used to my current position, and if I were to switch to something else, it might take a long time to adjust, and I might not even do well. Please forgive me."
Her refusal was very tactful, but the meaning was straightforward.
That is, she didn't want to go.
This answer was clearly unexpected for the three present.
Enzo Laurent stared at her dumbfounded for a while, not quite able to respond.
Ethan Laurent sipped the red wine in his glass, a faint smile curling at his lips.
