Only then did Summer notice that Leonardo was holding a bottle of ointment in his hand.
So he was going to rub the ointment for her.
Summer sat up straight, but she still slightly shrank back and said, "I'll do it myself."
When Leonardo pressed her forehead, he showed no mercy at all. She was afraid he would do it again.
"Sit well!"
Leonardo looked coldly at Summer as if he didn't hear her, and then she didn't speak anymore.
He put some ointment on his fingers and gently rubbed it on her lump. He was gentle. It was slightly
painful, but it was not difficult to endure.
Even so, Summer was still a little uneasy, her eyes blinking non-stop, her long eyelashes trembling,
looking weak.
Leonardo's somewhat irritable expression softened. His voice was deep but not cold.
"You are not allowed to go to the bar with Jessica in the future."
Leonardo didn't know those people who caused trouble today, but he knew how mixed this circle was.
Many people would do everything in their power to win fame. One never knew what they were capable
of.
Fortunately, this stupid woman remembered to call him.
Leonardo knew about Carl buying Jessica's contract. Before Summer's phone was hung up, he had
heard Laura speaking.
Then he guessed Summer might be with Jessica. Carl knew Jessica best, so he directly called Carl.
Therefore, Carl would go to the bar before him.
Summer frowned. She didn't like Leonardo's tone. "It was an accident."
Leonardo had already rubbed the ointment onto her forehead. He slowly withdrew his hand, wiping it
with a tissue as he casually said, "Car accidents, and robberies. They are all accidents."
How could this be compared to robberies and car accidents?
Summer was lost for words.
Leonardo had no intention of waiting for her to speak. He smelled the alcohol and said coldly, "Go to
take a shower."
...
The next day.
Summer got up and looked at the lump on her forehead in the mirror. The ointment Leonardo had
applied on her forehead had worked. The swelling went down a lot. But it still looked somewhat scary.
It looked like she didn't have to wear makeup today.
When she went downstairs to the dining room, she found breakfast was already on the table.
Leonardo and Douglas were at the table and waiting for her.
Douglas gallantly pulled open the chair beside him. "Good morning, Summer."
The longer she got along with Douglas, the better she found Douglas was, except that he could be
naughty sometimes.
Just as she was about to walk to Douglas’ side, she heard a soft noise coming from Leonardo's side.
Turning around, she found Leonardo had also pulled open the chair for her.
His intention was obvious. He wanted Summer to sit beside him.
Summer's lips twitched a little. Why was Leonardo so against Douglas in the morning? What was
wrong with him?
Looking at Douglas’ smiling face and Leonardo's expressionless face, Summer sat beside Douglas
without hesitation.
As soon as Summer sat down, she could clearly feel the tension at the table.
She and Douglas looked at each other at the same time, and then they lowered their heads, having
breakfast.
Leonardo was so odd.
...
After breakfast, Leonardo took the car and left. Summer and Douglas were sent by another driver.
At the building of the Jarrett Group, Summer got off the car and the driver drove away. She turned
around and was about to walk into the building when she heard a strange woman's voice behind her.
"Mrs. Emerson?"
Summer turned her head and saw a woman in a sharp suit standing behind her.
"Hello, you are...?" Summer wasn't sure she knew this person.
"I'm Adams’ agent, Sophie Rose." The woman's hair was combed meticulously. She looked serious.
Although Summer had never seen her before, she knew this name.
She was a fan of Adams, and she would read all posts and news about Adams.
Sophie was a great agent. Adams became famous thanks to her. She was smart and capable, so
people spoke highly of her.
Sophie sensed that Summer knew her, so she didn't beat around the bush. "Adams wants to see you."
"Adams?"
Sophie nodded. "Yes. Follow me."
Sophie took Summer to a car.
When the car door opened, she saw Adams.
"I have something to ask you. It wouldn't take long," he said with his usual gentle smile.
"Oh, please say."
Many people knew him, so Summer couldn't just talk to him outside the car. She got in.
When she sat down, Adams asked her, "Is Vicky your sister?"
"Yes." Summer was a little surprised. "Why do you ask?"
Adams didn't answer her question. Instead, he asked, "There is something wrong with your company,
so you want me to endorse your products?"
Summer frowned. "How do you know?"
He said gently, "Just tell me. Is that true?"
"Yes." Summer guessed Vicky might have done something stupid, so Adams knew about it.
She pursed her lips and explained, "Someone just mentioned it. We haven't decided yet. I know you
won't."
Adams, who had been listening attentively to her, interrupted her, "If you want me to endorse your
products, I can give it a try."
A try?
Summer was shocked. What did Adams mean?
What did he mean by trying it if she wanted him to help?
Did he mean that if she asked him for help, he would be willing to offer his help?
Summer soon realized Adams would say this because of her relationship with Leonardo.
"You don't have to do this. The Jarrett Group just got a taste of their own medicine. Moreover, the
endorsement wouldn't be good for you as well." She was grateful for Adams’ kindness, but she couldn't
drag him down.
Adams suddenly smiled. He looked so warm and gentlemanlike that people would lower their guard.
He gazed at Summer. "It's not because of Leonardo. I'm here for you today. If you need me, I can help
you. Fame isn't that important to me."
He smiled, and his gaze was very focused, as if he was looking at Summer, or as if he was looking at
someone else through her.
No matter who he was looking at, his words were vague enough to keep Summer wondering.
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