Summer looked around in his room, and she was curious about everything.
In a corner of the desk, she saw a picture of a woman and a child.
The picture was taken in summer. The boy in the picture was very beautiful. He wore a school uniform
of T-shirt and shorts. He looked at the camera and smiled brightly.
The woman beside him wore a white dress, and her smile was gentle, revealing a sense of
detachment.
"That's my mother."
She heard Leonardo's slightly hoarse voice behind her.
Then his arms were wrapped around her waist, and his firm and warm chest was pressed against her
back. She was completely wrapped in the unique cold aura of Leonardo.
He used his free hand to touch the woman in the photo and slowly explained the source of the photo to
her.
"On Children's Day that year, she went to my school to participate in parent-child activities. After that,
we took this picture."
Summer turned her head to look at him and then looked at the little boy in the photo.
The little boy in the photo smiled brightly without a trace of gloom in his eyes. It was hard to imagine
that Leonardo would be like this ten years later.
He was extraordinarily handsome, but his eyes were always gloomy and ordinary people could not
understand him. He was moody, and when he encountered anything related to his mother, he became
vicious and ruthless.
If possible, everyone wants to be happy.
However, Leonardo was forced into this state.
How bad could people be?
It was hard for Summer to imagine how Leonardo, who was only eleven years old at that time, felt
when he saw his mother being humiliated in front of him in order to save him.
It was even harder to imagine how long it took him to recover from the pain.
Although Leonardo's temperament was unpredictable and he was not a kind man, Summer knew that
he would never become the same as the people who humiliated his mother back then.
If his mother's case really had something to do with someone of the Emersons...
Summer couldn't help but shiver.
Leonardo sensed the subtle movement of the person in his arms and asked her, "Are you cold?"
"No." Summer shook her head. Because of Leonardo, she also became somewhat depressed. "How
many people are there in the Emersons?"
Although she only saw servants and bodyguards along the way when she came in with Leonardo
today. Then they met Charlie and Michael, but this mansion was so big that there should be someone
else living here.
Leonardo shook his head, "I don't know, there are countless people in the Emersons who live in old
house or elsewhere, at home and abroad. There are just too many."
Leonardo lowered his head and looked at the solemn expression on her face. He changed the topic.
"Haven't you open the red envelope that Mr. Charlie gave you?"
Sure enough, Summer's attention was immediately diverted by him. She took out the red envelope and
smiled. "I think it might be a check."
Leonardo also smiled, "Mr. Charlie is very generous."
Did he mean it wasn't generous enough to give a check?
Summer really did not understand the world of the rich.
Didn't wealthy people in TV shows like to give checks?
"Open it and take a look." Leonardo pulled her to the bedside and sat down, staring at her with deep
eyes.
Summer opened the red envelope and took out a thin card from it.
Summer's eyes widened in shock after a single glance.
She knew this card. It was the black card that had shocked Vicky and Jerome!
Without waiting for her to speak, Leonardo raised his eyebrows and said, "This old man is sincere
enough."
"It's said that this is your Emersons' limited edition of black card?" Last time, after Summer was tricked
out of the black card by Vicky, she searched the black card on the Internet, but there was no accurate
answer.
"Yes, only people from the Emersons have it, but not everyone has it." Leonardo took a look at the
black card and found that it was a new card. He couldn't help but laugh.
It looked like Grandpa had already prepared the greeting gift for a long time. Maybe he had already
known Summer well.
Summer asked again, "Then how much money is there in it?"
Leonardo replied lightly, "I don't know."
"What do you mean?"
"I have been using this card since I was a child. I used it to buy cars and villas, and even started a
company, but I haven't run out of the money."
Summer was speechless.
...
Summer and Leonardo lived at the Emersons' old house for one night.
The next morning, when Summer woke up, Leonardo was not in the bedroom.
Summer guessed that he might have gone to Charlie's room.
Leonardo's room was very close to where Charlie lived. After Summer washed up, she went downstairs
to look for him.
On the way, she collided with a woman who was walking towards her.
Summer saw a woman walking towards her from afar. She made way for the woman to pass by, but the
woman had no reaction, as if she didn't see Summer. She didn't have the slightest intention of moving
aside and bumped into Summer's shoulder directly.
The woman raised her head, her exquisite face icy cold as she glanced at Summer with disdain. "Are
you a new servant? Do you know the rules of the Emersons?"
The woman in front of Summer had an exquisite appearance and was well dressed. She could tell at a
glance that she was a young miss of the Emersons.
Summer retorted with a cold expression. "I don't know the rules of the Emersons. I only know that you
hit me first?"
The Emersons did not have such a servant who dared to contradict the master.
The woman heard Summer's words and then raised her head to look at Summer.
When she saw Summer, a hint of surprise flashed through her eyes. Just now, she had only looked at
ground, but she had not noticed that Summer was so beautiful.
Summer looked at the woman in front of her and found that she looked familiar.
She searched her mind and remembered that the woman in front of her was Alisa, the host of a latest
popular variety show.
Alisa was a new host and there was no news about her in the past. On the Internet, there were always
speculations about her background. There was also speculation that she was from the Emersons, but it
had never been confirmed.
"Even if you're not a servant, you can't run around. You should be aware of your identity. Don't think
that you are a part of us just because you're brought back to the Emersons' old house." A hint of
disdain flashed in Alisa's eyes as she turned around and left.
There were many men in the Emersons. Occasionally, they would bring some women back. Alisa was
not surprised at that anymore. She directly thought that Summer was one of them.
Summer naturally knew what she meant.
She rolled her eyes and thought that not everyone in the Emersons was as smart as Leonardo. Many
of them were stupid and arrogant.
Leonardo came out of the backyard and was about to call Summer for dinner He didn't expect that she
had already come here to find him.
Seeing that her expression was not quite good, he asked, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Summer shrugged.
However, Leonardo raised his head and looked at the other side. Alisa had just come here, and it was
very likely that she encountered Summer when she came out.
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