After the motorcycle stopped and the lights went out, Summer rushed over excitedly, "Hello, sorry to interrupt, I got lost. Could you take me to a place where I can hail a taxi?"

"With pleasure, Miss Pratt." Howard gave a sly smile.

Sensing something wrong in the voice, she looked sideways and saw Howard's face under the dim light from the entrance.

In reflex, she turned to flee, but a hand pulled her back, "Trying to flee, huh?"

"Who… who wants to flee? I just… just… just went the wrong way."

With a devilish smirk, Howard approached her slowly till she was cornered. Lowering his head, he stared at her evasive big eyes and asked in a low voice, "Going the wrong way? You were supposed to go to the kitchen from the window of the study but somehow ended up here in the side yard. Is this how you define a wrong way?"

Lost for words, Summer stiffened, closed her eyes, knitted her brows, and nodded affirmatively, "Mm, I really went the wrong way."

"The ten-mile radius belongs to the Tran family. As the young lady, you could go the wrong way."

Howard stood straight, leaned against the motorcycle, lit a cigarette, and said nonchalantly.

Just relieved a bit and still suffering from the aftershock, Summer was struck dumb by his speech and became tongue-tied, "All… all… all belong to the Trans?"

"You don't believe it?" Howard leisurely exhaled a smoke ring.

"No, no, I believe! I certainly do!"

Given the market value of Transcendent Group and the fact that the Tran family had stood as the richest family in Samite City for the recent 20-30 years, she had every reason to believe it.

She scolded herself inwardly for her foolish and naïve idea that she could get out of Tran's courtyard after around ten minutes' run.

The life of the rich was so abominable!

Dragging her injured foot, she ran to the side yard from the villa. In the end, she was still in the larger courtyard of the Trans.

Howard stubbed out the cigarette, chuckled, reached out his index finger to lift her chin, and spoke in a tender yet creepy tone, "Miss Pratt, will you go the wrong way again?"

"I won't, I… I've remembered the way."

Howard smiled with satisfaction.

"Good, I'm looking forward to your show, madam, or I can have the driver take you back to your 50-year-old fiancé."

As soon as the age of that old man was mentioned, Summer paled.

Apparently, he already had the matter investigated. Now the information about her and that old man was dug out.

It made sense. Given the security level of Tran's courtyard, Howard certainly would not bring a random woman back as the young lady. The person should be like her who had no deep backgrounds and was easy to control.

He should have the investigation conducted when she changed her clothes in the hotel.

He got so much information in around ten minutes?

At that, Summer hurriedly forced a beaming smile and played up to him, "A good show I promise you."

Howard smartly turned around, got on the motorcycle, and requested coldly, "Get on now!"

In a hurry, Summer sat sideways on the back seat. She tried to tug the corner of his clothes but flinched immediately as if she got burned. Now she knew not where to put her hands on.

The motorcycle suddenly dashed out, and her jaw hit his back. Under the impact, she grimaced in pain.

"Hold on to me."

"Oh… okay…"

In a fluster, Summer threw her trembling arms around his waist.

At the close range, she could even smell the faint perfume from his body.

And her posture was so ambiguous that her cheeks burned with shame.