His gaze flicked over to Dolly, who was crouching by the bathtub, and he walked over in a few strides, grabbing a layer of skin on the back of Dolly's head, and very directly tossed it out.
His movements were simple, rough, extremely straightforward.
Even more straightforward was that he actually locked the door and walked in himself.
"Get out!" Summer Ford raised her eyes to look at him, wanting to grab the towel next to her to cover herself, but Ethan Laurent's disdainful tone faintly sounded, "You've seen it so many times, what's the matter? Is there any difference between a year ago and now?"
His words were filled with intense sarcasm, the tone was coldly glamorous, and it had an endless wickedness.
Summer Ford's face stiffened, her gaze coldly fixed on him, wanting to throw the wet towel in her hand at him.
