Watt Bennet was still slowly walking over this way. When he reached the two of them, his gaze swept coolly over the dagger on the ground. Before the man from just now had even come back to his senses, Watt hooked the dagger up with the tip of his shoe.
The sharp tip of the blade seemed to slice through the air, shooting straight toward the man's wrist like a gust of wind.
The knife moved too fast, so fast that the man didn't react in time.
By the time he realized what was happening, his wrist was already dripping with blood.
Watt didn't spare him a glance. He simply extended an arm to support Summer Sutton, who looked like she could barely stand. He didn't even bother with Ariella Sawyer, just scooped Summer up and headed out of the restaurant.
Wherever Ariella showed up, there were always plenty of onlookers. Watt's appearance made even more people stare in this direction.
Not many people actually knew who Summer Sutton was.
