Summer curved her lips and smiled stiffly. "I know you are very rich, Mr. Emerson, but I don't want to
spend your money."
She stayed at Stanley's for a while. Summer didn't need too many daily necessities, but buying them
still cost her a lot of money.
Those things were still fine. Why did he insist on throwing them away?
Leonardo looked at her with a light smile, his voice deep. "Don't want to spend my money? You find it
alright to spend Stanley's money, don't you?"
"Mr. Emerson, please don't judge others when you don't know the truth. You are slandering him!"
Summer found Leonardo was too self-righteous.
Stanley had never offended him. Why did he target Stanley?
Or was it because Leonardo was just so arrogant that didn't care other people's feelings?
Summer didn't give him a chance to refute. She added, "Also, whose money I spend is none of your
business."
She did use Stanley's money, but she had taken notes on all her debts, including the hospitalization
fees three years ago.
She had her own way of doing things.
Hearing that, Leonardo's face darkened.
How could she be so silly!
Not wanting to hear unpleasant words, Summer strode out as soon as she finished speaking, not giving
him a chance to argue.
Behind her came his bellow, "Summer!"
Summer clenched her fists in smugness. She won the fight.
Outside, Summer briefed Stanley on the situation.
Stanley said with a smile, "It's fine. I'll keep all your things for you."
It was a coincidence that Leonardo, who had just walked out of the room, overheard it.
He walked over and looked at Summer coolly. "Aren't you going back to pack your things?"
"Huh?" Didn't he just say there was no need to go back?
Leonardo urged her impatiently, "Hurry up!"
Summer followed him subconsciously.
She took a few steps before turning to look at Stanley.
He smiled at her and followed.
Summer stood in the living room, staring blankly at Leonardo who was commanding his subordinates
to help her pack her luggage.
Leonardo was after all the president of Emerson Group, a multinational company. Didn't he have much
better things to do?
Could it be that the Emerson Group was about to go bankrupt?
She said that she didn't have too much things, but Leonardo insisted on helping her out.
But the helpers stood in the room, with nothing to do. Summer saved them from embarrassment by
explaining, "I can do it myself. These things are personal..."
It wasn't their fault. She only had few things to pack up.
Leonardo glanced around at the doorstep. Clearly, Summer lived alone in the apartment.
He inadvertently asked, "Isn't Stanley living here?"
Summer said while packing, "He has his own apartment."
Leonardo pondered for a moment but didn't say anything else.
When Summer finished and went out, Leonardo's subordinates took over her luggage and went into
the elevator.
Summer asked Leonardo, "Wasn't your apartment opposite mine?"
Glancing at her, Leonardo said coolly, "It's too small for us."
Summer pursed her lips and remained silent.
The residential area was upscale and apartments usually had multiple stories. It wasn't small at all.
Moreover, Leonardo just moved here. Now he moved again...
Maybe rich people were all like this.
Their car stopped at a villa.
Standing in front of it, Summer finally understood why Leonardo said his apartment was too small to
live in.
The villa had four stories, a garden and a spacious courtyard. There were many servants and
bodyguards.
When they reached the door, servants and bodyguards lined up and bowed. "Young Master!"
Summer followed Leonardo, looking down on the ground.
Before they entered the hall, a small figure rushed to them.
Leonardo was ahead of Summer. Seeing the figure, he stopped and stretched out his arms to embrace
her.
But the figure ran past him and pounced into Summer's embrace.
"Summer!"
The figured turned out to be Rosie who blinked her big watery eyes and greeted Summer sweetly.
Rosie was always happy and enthusiastic to see her. Summer used to feel delighted at the sight of
Rosie.
But now she almost cried.
"Rosie."
Summer hugged her tightly, her eyes were red.
How should she tell Rosie she was her mother?
Leonardo folded his arms and turned around with a long face. But he saw Summer hugging Rosie with
red eyes. She was on the verge of tears.
He frowned. A servant stepped forward to separate them. But Leonardo signaled him not to.
They hugged for a while before Rosie saying, "Your hug is too tight."
Summer quickly let go.
She took a deep breath, tried to remain calmed, and held Rosie in her arms.
Turning around, she saw Leonardo staring at them.
"Leonardo." When Rosie saw him, she reached out for a hug.
Leonardo remembered that Rosie had ignored him and pounced into Summer's embrace. His face
darkened as he walked inside.
Rosie blinked her eyes and frowned in confusion. She asked Summer with a puzzled expression, "Is he
angry?"
"He's not angry. He's just jealous." Summer was amused by her expression.
Summer was behind Leonardo, so she noticed that Leonardo extended his arms to hug Rosie. But it
was then she realized he was jealous.
Rosie sniffled in confusion. "Why is he jealous? That's not good."
Summer agreed, "No, it's not good."
She carried Rosie inside, while chatting.
Rosie was a little chatterbox. She wouldn't stop talking.
Summer listened patiently. She found Rosie was articulate and had a large vocabulary.
A maid walked to Summer and said respectfully, "Ms. Summer, Mr. Emerson asked me to show you the
room."
Summer said, "Thank you."
The maid led her to the second floor, pushed open a door, and invited her in. "Here it is, please."
Glancing at the room, Summer was surprised. "Is this my room?"
The maid responded with a smile, "Yeah. If you need anything else, please tell me."
The maid then left.
Summer and Rosie went inside.
The bedroom was very large, with a French window, a balcony and a small closet.
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