Tim did not go out immediately.
Leonardo asked him, "Is there anything else?"
"Mr. Emerson," said Tim with a serious expression, "The information about these two people is incomplete.
Stanley's identity is certainly not simple."
Back then, before they left for the island, Stanley and Summer had been photographed by the paparazzi. Leonardo
had asked him to investigate Stanley.
At that time, the information Tim found out was very superficial.
Stanley was a man who emerged out of the void. He seemed to have a simple and clean identity, but was suspicious
in every way.
But Tim wasn't sure what Stanley wanted.
"Is that so?" Leonardo glanced at him and picked up Summer's information again. "Why do I feel that Summer's
identity is even more uncomplicated?"
Tim knew Leonardo well and naturally didn't miss the glimmer of interest in Leonardo's eyes.
"Yes, Ms. Summer's identity is indeed not simple." Summer was the biological mother of Leonardo's child and
Leonardo's wife. How could her identity be simple?
However, it was obvious that Leonardo was interested in Summer.
Could this be the so-called destiny?
Hearing this, Leonardo raised his eyebrows, "Is there an insinuation in your words?"
Tim respectfully lowered his head and didn't say anything.
Leonardo didn't seem to want to say anything more to him, "Let's go out."
After Tim left, Leonardo was slightly lost in thought.
It wasn't until Rosie grabbed a piece of paper from him and scribbled that he regained his senses.
Rosie smoothed out the paper and muttered, "I'll draw a Leonardo."
Leonardo glanced at it and found that it was Summer's personal information. He reached out to take it back,
stopping Rosie from drawing on it.
Although Rosie was usually nice, she would be angry if she was disturbed while playing.
She pouted and stared at Leonardo, "Hey! Give it to me!"
Leonardo casually placed Stanley's information in front of Rosie, "Use this. The other half of the paper is blank."
Rosie jutted her chin and said magnanimously, "I forgive you."
After saying that, she lowered her head and continued to draw.
Leonardo cracked a smile. She was so young that he could not bear to spank her. In the end, he only reached out
and rubbed her head.
Because of this, he was suspected by Rosie.
"Don't touch me!" Rosie frowned and seemed to be angry.
Leonardo changed the topic, "Didn't you say you were drawing me? Let me see."
Rosie immediately took the paper to him happily, "Look, this is you."
Leonardo looked at the red and green lines on it and calmly took out the tablet, "Do you want to watch cartoons?"
Rosie hastened to nod, "Yes!"
Rosie took the tablet and watched the cartoon on the sofa. Leonardo continued to work.
When it was time to get off work, Tim came back.
He had a real estate license in his hand.
"Mr. Emerson, here is what you want."
He handed Leonardo the real estate license and the key.
Leonardo looked at the real estate license and the key, and then stared at Tim with an unfathomable expression,
"Where did you get the money?"
Tim hesitated for a moment and said, "It's your money."
In the past, Leonardo trusted him very much and had given him a card.
Kate did not know much about Leonardo. So, she did not know that Tim had such a card.
Later, when something happened to Leonardo and Kate dismissed him, he still had this card which finally came in
handy now.
The place where Summer lived was also a high-end neighborhood.
The people lived there were all rich.
However, no matter how rich they were, they could not be as rich as the Emerson family.
The last thing Leonardo lacked was money.
Moreover, Leonardo had always been willing to shell out money in matters related to Summer.
Tim knew that Leonardo wanted to live next door to Summer. So, he didn't hesitate to directly settle it with money.
Leonardo didn't say anything after listening to what Tim said. He just stood up and walked towards the sofa.
Rosie had fallen asleep when she was watching the cartoon. Now, covered with Leonardo's coat, she was sleeping
on the sofa.
Leonardo wrapped his coat around Rosie and picked her up.
Even though he held her softly, Rosie woke up.
She opened her eyes and softly called out, "Dad."
"Yes, let's go to have dinner." Leonardo reached out and touched her head.
Since she just woke up, Rosie was cute and said sweetly, "I want to eat fries...."
Tim followed behind Leonardo and felt that his heart was about to melt while he heard Rosie's voice.
However, Leonardo remained unmoved and coldly rejected Rosie's request, "No way."
Rosie woke up a little and said aggressively, "I want to eat."
Leonardo still said in a cold voice, "No."
Rosie curled her lip and said unhappily, "Leonardo is a big monster."
Leonardo snorted, "You're a little monster."
Rosie blinked and tears fell down her cheeks, "I'm not a monster. Monsters are so ugly. I'm Rosie...."
Leonardo looked down at Rosie and calmly walked into the elevator.
Men who had children were soft-hearted. Tim could not help wanting to coax the child for Leonardo.
However, at this moment, he saw Rosie stop crying and reached out to wipe the tears from her face. She sniffed,
turned her head, and did not look at Leonardo anymore.
It looked like ... Mr. Emerson did not know how to handle a child.
Also, Rosie was good at self-regulation.
Leonardo and the other two did not go back. Instead, they went to a restaurant for dinner first.
Tim had to send them there later. So, they ate together.
Perhaps because she saw Tim all day, Rosie was very friendly to him. When they ate, she would also offer him
food.
Seeing this, Leonardo stopped her, "Rosie, feed yourself."
Rosie retorted, "Tim should eat too."
Leonardo put an onion in her bowl, "Tim can help himself."
"It's fine," said Tim.
Rosie didn't like onion and took out the onion with disgust.
Leonardo put it back for her, "Don't be picky about food."
"Mr. Emerson, Rosie doesn't like onions, just like you. You also don't like onions." Tim couldn't help but laugh.
Leonardo slightly paused.
Rosie took this opportunity to pick out the onion and put it into Leonardo's bowl. She blinked and smiled sweetly,
"Dad, eat it."
Leonardo fell silent.
In the end, he did not eat the onion.
There was no need for him to force himself to eat something he disliked.
Perhaps Rosie was able to avoid eating onions because of Tim, she called him Uncle Tim sweetly when they left
the restaurant.
Tim drove them to the neighborhood where Summer was living. Just as they arrived at the door of Summer's house,
the door of the opposite room opened.
Looking at the three standing opposite her, Summer froze for a few seconds before she reacted, "Mr. Emerson?
You..."
Rosie had already pounced upon Summer, "Pretty lady!"
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