Secret Marriage, High-Profile Pampering!-Chapter 615: Mo, My Surname

Summer Sutton said this, and actually, you can’t blame him, as most people would probably think it’s an insult.

Summer Sutton felt a bit embarrassed when he glanced at her like that.

Straightening her back, she hastily explained, "No, I was actually just... I was actually just..."

She racked her brains but couldn’t come up with a good explanation for herself.

Was she calling him by the nickname she had given him? 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

If he found out about that nickname, would he kick her out of the car?

"I... I... the sun outside..." Summer stammered for quite a while, genuinely not knowing how to explain.

She didn’t even know what she was saying, her words were incoherent and lacked any logical sense.

The man sitting beside her glanced at her indifferently, staring at her blushing face for a long moment, then slowly uttered a word, "Ink."

His voice was faint, very faint, like a clear stream trickling through a mountain canyon.

Summer Sutton suddenly raised her face, not daring to believe what she heard.

Did he know what she wanted to explain?

Staring at him in shock, Summer Sutton couldn’t believe her thoughts; this man could see through them at a glance.

The man didn’t say much else, after giving her a word, he turned his gaze to the window.

Ink...

Summer Sutton slowly pondered over his name, not knowing if it was a surname or a first name.

For the rest of the journey, Manuel Ink didn’t say a single word.

A convoy of Rolls Royces continued driving along the road, seemingly heading towards the seaside.

The car finally stopped at a port by the sea.

Upon arrival, Manuel Ink got out of the car first.

His gaze turned to Summer Sutton, who remained in the car, watching her for a moment before he seemed to whisper something to the bodyguard beside him.

A minute later, the bodyguard brought over an outfit from the car behind.

A woman’s outfit, a dress reaching down to the ankles, with long sleeves, which would almost completely cover a person when worn, accompanied by a veil.

Summer Sutton stared blankly, unable to immediately grasp his intention.

"If you want to be safer, put it on." Tossing her the words, Manuel Ink handed her the clothes, then coldly ordered the bodyguards standing outside the car, "Move ten meters away, and no one is allowed to look in this direction!"

His voice carried an innate authority.

The accompanying bodyguards obediently retreated, forming a large circle around the car, with their gazes fixed far away, none daring to look towards Summer Sutton’s direction.

Summer Sutton understood the implication of Manuel Ink’s words.

He meant her face was too eye-catching, not safe.

Summer Sutton feared hindering his business, so she didn’t hesitate much and took the clothes into the car.

Manuel Ink turned his back automatically, avoiding her view.

Summer Sutton quickly changed her clothes, putting on the dress he sent and covering herself with the veil before getting out of the car again.

"I’m ready." Obediently standing by his side, she followed him onto the yacht.

Her face lightly lowered, while walking, the corner of Summer Sutton’s eyes subtly scanned around, quietly observing the surroundings.

This man indirectly admitted he was in the underworld; wouldn’t transactions in the underworld come with danger?

Summer Sutton examined the surrounding environment, secretly thinking about which direction would be easier to escape from if danger suddenly arose.

The journey onto the yacht was not long, yet her mind was filled with countless thoughts.