Howard Tran slowly pointed to Summer who was grimacing and rubbing her ankle on the stage.

"Nonsense!" An old woman dressed elegantly off stage stood up with an angry face.

Everyone got his eyes on her.

What was going on? She pointed at herself incredulously and wonderingly.

Regardless of the round of sighs from below the stage, the man pulled a long face, strode to her, clasped her waist, picked her up, and complained, "Why are you here so late?"

What the hell! Was she supposed to be here?

This man was not in the same boat as the old man she was about to marry today, right? Their faces were a world of difference, not to mention their figures.

"Howard, how could you… treat me like this?" The bride could no longer hold back her tears and complained in a low voice.

Faced with the tearful bride, he kept his face straight and didn't even bother to look at her. After signaling to two men on the sides of the stage, he carried Summer in his arms and left smartly.

She was taken away before realizing what was going on.

"Hey, stop, put me down…" On the rooftop of the hotel, Summer frowned and took a glance at the man who broke the pledge of marriage with no good reason.

"How could you do that? You're so irresponsible. You treat marriage like children's play!" She spoke righteously to cover up her guilty conscience.

"Are you any nobler than me?" The corners of his mouth were full of ridicule.

The thought of her escape from the wedding deprived her of her confidence. She pursed her lips, trying to argue, but held it back under his awful air.

Before his eyes, Summer bowed her head and rubbed her wedding dress. Her long eyelashes and thin shoulders aroused his sympathy. In an instant, he softened his tone, "You're free to go. I'll transfer you the money in an hour."

"Money? What money?" Summer got excited as soon as money was mentioned.

"Although you were late today, I'll still pay you." Noticing her greedy look, Howard finished his speech coldly and turned away.

She was baffled. On second thought, since she ran away, that middle-aged man would not let her go easily. The exits of the hotel must have been blocked.

This man looked so arrogant and domineering. She might depend on him to get away.

"I don't want money, take me away." She hurriedly caught up and grabbed his arm.

"Heh heh… too many women want me to take them away."

Here his arrogance came again. Did he regard himself as a heartthrob? Then again, escape was what mattered.

"Please, I need no money and only want you to take me away." Summer immediately shed tears and begged.

"Let go."

He was not only arrogant but also ruthless!

Just then, a man in a black suit about Howard's age came over. Following a bow, he drew close to his ear and whispered. Then both of them looked at Summer with complicated expressions.

Still showing an innocent look, Summer shook Howard's arm and implored.

"You're the runaway bride from the 58th floor?"

Summer slid him a sideways glance, guiltily nodded her head, and cautiously yet innocently asked, "What's wrong?"

"Because of your escape, all the elevators in the hotel have been locked down. The person we hired couldn't get in and almost wretched our big plan." The man in a black suit also looked expressionless and sounded cold.

Aware of the great trouble she caused, Summer bowed her head silently.

"What's your name?"

"Summer Pratt."

"Born in summer?"

"Yes! Wow, richer people have higher intelligence, I salute you!"

Flattery would not hurt if she could escape from the place.

"No wonder your wedding is so casual, but your name is casual." There was another round of sarcasm and mockery. His tone was biting when he taunted her.

"Aren't you the same?" Summer couldn't help but shoot back.

"Miss Pratt, this is the CEO of Transcendent Group." The man in a black suit looked nervous and whispered.

What? The man breaking the pledge of marriage was the CEO of Transcendent Group?