Summer Sutton clutched the table edge, sweeping her gaze across the room, trying to spot Watt Bennet, but the seat he had just occupied was now vacant.
Not far away, a man's figure was walking towards her.
Upon seeing his face, Summer's complexion turned slightly pale.
It was the man she had just kicked!
"Hey, what's wrong?" The young man noticed her changed expression and bent down to check on her, but Summer pushed him away, "Go away!"
Appearing somewhat fearful of his touch, Summer dodged frantically, even taking several steps back.
"Weren't you fierce just now? Now you're scared?" The man took a step forward, forcefully turning her body around.
Fixing his gaze on Summer Sutton's flushed cheeks, he pondered briefly and quickly realized.
Had she been drugged?
In the world of young people, such things happening at parties were not uncommon.
Especially since Summer was so beautiful and alone, there were probably many men at the scene eyeing her.
