Chapter 422

As she put the invitation card away, Summer glanced around the private room and asked again, “Where’s Charlotte?” Without words or an answer to her question, Mark stood up and his long legs strode forward. His huge hand suddenly gripped her wrist and before she knew it, he had pulled the ring off her finger. Startled, Summer looked at him angrily and asked, “Mark, what are you doing!” Mark glanced at her coldly, his razor-thin lips curving up sarcastically and then looking down at the ring in his palm. “Just so-so…” “You despise the ring, but someone will like it. Give me back my ring!” Summer’s voice was already tinged with anger. Mark listened as he raised an eyebrow and his eyes turned cold. “Of course someone will like it. Ha, that someone is my beloved ex-wife, isn’t it?” She met his eyes without avoiding them, nodded and stretched out her hand. “The ring!” “Ha…” He smiled faintly and said, “But the last word I want to hear right now is the ring!” Summer found it ironic an