As soon as Summer got into the car, the driver stepped on the accelerator and drove the car at full
speed.
However, the car drove steadily, and Summer didn't feel any discomfort.
She looked ahead at the driver and found he was a stranger.
Summer asked, "Who sent you to pick me up?"
"Mr. Patel," the driver answered respectfully, as he concentrated on driving.
Summer frowned, "Who is Mr. Patel?"
The driver didn't answer Summer. He only said, "Mr. Patel said that you knew him."
Did she?
Summer was indeed familiar with the license plate number.
However, she couldn't recall whose it was.
Summer pondered and went through all the people she knew in her mind. Suddenly, it occurred to her
who the owner of the car was.
After knowing who was helping her, Summer had mixed emotions.
Suddenly, the driver said, "I will stop at the intersection ahead. Ms. Summer, you can get on the white
car after you get off."
Summer narrowed her eyes and saw a white car parked by the roadside.
Then she was somewhat confused.
The person who helped her was someone Summer did not want to get involved with.
But Leonardo was following her behind. If he chased up her, Summer wouldn't escape.
Summer wanted to escape from Leonardo. Moreover, Summer disliked owing to someone who she
didn't want to contact. But clearly, the former was more attractive.
Thus, when the driver stopped, Summer got off and got into the white car without hesitation.
The white car drove in the opposite direction. When Summer turned around, she saw Leonardo was
still chasing after that car.
Summer was stunned for a moment before she asked the driver, "Did we get rid of them?"
"Yes," The driver who answered Summer was still a stranger to her.
Summer knew who "Mr. Patel" was. She was also a little surprised that Mr. Patel was a very thoughtful
person. Then she couldn't help asking, "Where's Mr. Patel?"
The driver replied, "He is waiting for you at the airport."
Airport?
Summer stopped asking any questions.
Then they changed cars one by one.
Whenever they changed one, the car would drive in the opposite direction.
Therefore, Leonardo wouldn't succeed in catching up with Summer even if he noticed that Summer
wasn't in the car they were chasing and changed a target.
Summer changed so many cars halfway, and they were all heading towards different places. So,
Leonardo couldn't find her.
Summer was a little confused, and she thought that everything was unreal.
Could she get rid of Leonardo like this?
It wasn't until the car arrived at the airport that Summer came to her senses.
She was about to open the door and get out when someone opened the door from outside.
Summer looked up and saw a man's smiling face.
He greeted kindly, "Hi, Summer."
Although Summer had already recalled who the owner of the license plate was, when he appeared in
front of her, she was still unable to conceal her surprise.
"Jerome, it's you."
Summer got off and looked at Jerome calmly as if it was the first time she met him.
After Jerome heard what Summer said, he wore a bright smile. "I knew it. You still remember my
license plate number, don't you?" said Jerome.
Summer had known Jerome a long time ago, and she was very much into Jerome then.
When she was a teenager, Summer involuntarily bore in mind everything about Jerome who she liked.
Therefore, Summer memorized his license plate number at that time.
Afterward, Summer no longer liked Jerome, and she gradually forgot everything about him.
However, the Jerome in front of her was different from the one she knew.
Summer narrowed her eyes and asked vigilantly, "How did you know that Leonardo and I were staying
at that hotel? Why did you help me?"
Summer had never forgotten what Jerome had done to Vicky.
The smile on Jerome's face subsided. Then he said seriously, "Leonardo's villa was burnt down. There
were rumors that you were killed in the fire. I didn't believe it, so I sent someone to follow Leonardo."
Those who followed Leonardo informed Jerome Summer's whereabouts.
Jerome's gaze shocked Summer.
Then Summer said coldly, "What does it have to do with you whether I die or not?"
Jerome took a step forward and smiled mischievously. "Of course, it has to do with me," Jerome said.
He paused and added, "I will be heart-broken if you die."
Summer couldn't tell whether he was joking or serious from his bantering tone.
She only found it hard to connect the meticulous man in front with the cowardly and incompetent
Jerome in the past.
Summer had to take a step back and said, "It's not funny."
"I know you won't believe me, but time will tell." After Jerome finished speaking, he took out two tickets,
"It's time for us to board."
"Where are we going?"
The driver who picked her up told her that Jerome was waiting for her at the airport.
Jerome said, "Go abroad."
Summer suddenly paused.
"What? Are you reluctant to part with Leonardo?" Jerome smiled and looked at her, "Have you
forgotten how Leonardo controlled you during that period, and how you were wronged by the
Emersons?"
Hearing this, Summer frowned slightly.
Obviously, Jerome cared about everything about her.
Jerome noticed Summer's hesitation. Then he said in a gentle tone to persuade her, "The Emersons
are too tricky. If you live in the Emersons', you will end up dead. If you leave now and go abroad to hide
for a year or two, Leonardo will naturally forget about you. And you can move on with your life."
Summer interrupted him, "You knew something, don't you?"
Jerome raised his eyebrows and became somewhat complicated, "Everyone has his own secrets."
Summer did not intend to discuss this with Jerome. She only asked, "Are you going abroad with me?"
"Of course." Jerome smiled again.
Naturally, Summer was very wary of Jerome who changed completely.
From Jerome's words, Summer could tell that Jerome was still interested in her.
If Jerome had done everything in purpose before, then his scheming would not be inferior to that of
Leonardo.
Summer would never go abroad with him.
Seeing that Summer did not say anything, Jerome reached out to hug her shoulder, "Time is almost up.
Let's go."
Summer turned around and avoided his hand.
Jerome turned a little gloomy, but he did not say anything.
Probably, Jerome didn't want to attract attention, and he booked economy tickets.
They came through the security system and went to the terminal.
When they arrived, passengers of the same flight were boarding.
Summer bit her lips and suddenly squatted on the ground, "My stomach hurts... I have to go to the
bathroom!"
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