Leonardo frowned and called out her name, "Summer."
Summer interrupted him and looked into his eyes. She said seriously, "Leonardo, I know you better
than you think."
"You don't have any feelings for me or Rosie right now. You're trying to accept us. This is very good.
There's no need to be too anxious. Take it easy."
Leonardo was trying his best to accept her and Rosie.
But apparently, the result didn't come up to expectations.
This might have something to do with Leonardo's experience.
His youth, because of his mother, was gray.
It wasn't easy to win his heart.
Leonardo liked to control everything in his hands.
However, his memory was confused, and it stayed in his early twenties.
At that time, he hadn't known Summer or Rosie.
Leonardo might be able to accept his identity as president of the Emerson Group and the truth of his
mother's kidnapping, but Summer and Rosie were completely out of his control.
One of them was his wife and the other was his daughter. Both were very close to him.
To be more specific, Summer was just Leonardo's ex-wife.
When Leonardo was with them, he was at a loss, which Summer could sense.
Summer didn't know if Leonardo had heard what she said.
Staring at Summer for a while, he then said coldly, "Have it your own way."
After that, he left.
After Rosie woke up, Summer took her back.
When Rosie returned home, she was much better. Summer cooked some light food and lulled Rosie to
sleep.
Probably because Rosie was sick, she was exceptionally clingy.
Summer comforted her for a while. When she was about to leave, Rosie grabbed her hand and didn't
let her go. "Mom, don't go."
"Alright, I won't. I'll sleep with you tonight." Summer had to lean against the bed to placate her.
Rosie's eyes flashed with joy. "Alright."
Just as Rosie fell asleep, Summer's phone rang.
Summer hurriedly turned down the voice and walked out gently.
It was Eliza.
They had met during the day. Why did she call Summer? Was there anything urgent?
As soon as the call was picked up, Eliza's slightly anxious voice sounded. "There's an event tomorrow
night. Let's go together."
"What is it?"
Eliza didn't explain clearly, and Summer wanted to figure it out.
"A small award ceremony. Many of the participants are insiders and some are investors. Anyway, you
will be in the industry. Come with me and get familiar with them."
Summer understood that Eliza planned to attract investment by using her.
Actually, it was good for Summer to appear in the public.
Just as what Eliza had said, Summer would step into this circle sooner or later. She needed
connections, so she had to make friends with insiders.
Summer agreed. "Sure, what time is it?"
After hanging up, Summer remembered that she needed to look after Rosie.
If she participated in the event, what about Rosie?
Summer didn't feel easy about leaving Rosie to others.
Jessica might attend the event as well tomorrow night.
It seemed that Summer had to turn to Leonardo.
It was impossible for Summer to give up the event because of Rosie.
There would definitely be reporters at this award ceremony. Thus, she was unwilling to bring Rosie with
her. Even if Leonardo found it out, he wouldn't allow Rosie to go with Summer.
It seemed that Summer had to take Rosie to Leonardo's place.
The award ceremony began at nine o'clock in the evening.
Summer sent Rosie to Leonardo's place in advance. Having had her hair done, Summer went to the
venue.
Eliza was waiting for her at the door.
When she saw Summer, her eyes lit up. "How stunning you are even if you don't wear thick makeup! To
be honest, aren't you thinking about being an actress?"
Summer wore a white dress in a conservative style. It was an ordinary one, neither off-the-shoulder nor
low-cut.
Summer had her hair done and put on a simple makeup.
"If so, who will write ‘Lost City 2’?" Summer teased Eliza.
Eliza smiled and patted her shoulder. She didn't say anything else and led Summer inside.
Quite a few people came to the event. Some of them often flashed on TV screens, and some were
newbies who had just obtained a small achievement.
Most of them were from the entertainment industry, and some were investors.
Eliza had a lot of connections and knew a lot of people.
As soon as Eliza entered, people kept greeting her.
"Ms. Austin, nice to see you. It's been a long time since we last saw each other. You look more
beautiful!"
"Thank you for your compliment...."
Eliza responded with ease.
Someone saw Summer standing beside Eliza and couldn't help but ask, "Ms. Austin, is this a
newcomer with you? Are you preparing to train actors?"
Summer was good-looking, and anyone who passed by couldn't help but be attracted by her. It was not
surprising that the man would say that.
Eliza pretended to be angry and said, "You're wrong. How can I have so much spare money and
energy to train rookies by myself? This is the screenwriter of ‘Lost City’, Summer."
When the man heard this, surprise flashed across his face. "The screenwriter of ‘Lost City’?"
Summer nodded slightly. "Hello, I'm the screenwriter of ‘Lost City’, Summer."
"Nice to meet you...." The man extended his hand towards Summer. "To my surprise, the screenwriter
of ‘Lost City’ is so young and gorgeous."
Eliza exchanged some more banalities with that man before heading elsewhere with Summer.
Very quickly, the latest news about the screenwriter of ‘Lost City’ spread throughout the party.
Occasionally, people would come to talk with Eliza and take the opportunity to examine Summer
openly.
Summer understood that apart from being attracted by her identity as the screenwriter of ‘Lost City’,
these people were curious because she was Leonardo's ex-wife.
Some directors, investors, and actors exchanged business cards with her.
It wasn't hard for Summer to deal with them.
"Well, aren't you the screenwriter of ‘Lost City’, Summer?"
A voice dripping with sarcasm sounded from behind Summer.
Without looking back, Summer could tell whose voice it was.
She was quite familiar with it.
Summer did not turn around. Vicky walked up to Summer and casually said, "It's only been a while
since I met you, and you don't recognize me. How is your friend surnamed Bates?"
Vicky wore a black low-cut evening gown today. Her makeup was as bright as ever. Her gaze towards
Summer was filled with hatred.
Perhaps, Vicky didn't want to hide it.
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