Summer was enlightened suddenly, "Make an appointment?"
"Yes." The receptionist smiled, but her eyes were still filled with disdain.
Summer could understand them. After all, in their minds, Summer was an ex-wife who had always
wanted to get back together with Leonardo.
Moreover, now that Leonardo had a "fiancée", Amber, and a "fiancée-born daughter", Summer even
kept pestering him like this.
In the eyes of outsiders, Summer was currently in such an awkward and completely unreasonable
situation.
Summer pretended not to notice their impatience and continued to ask, "How long will it take to see
him if I make an appointment?"
The receptionist replied in an obviously gloating tone, "The itinerary of the president has been full until
the end of the year. If you make an appointment now, you should be able to see him in half a year."
"See him in half a year."
The receptionist just said it in understatement as if it was not a long time.
"Does it take so long?" Summer's tone was somewhat emotional. She had always known that
Leonardo was busy, but she did not expect him to be so fully engaged.
The receptionist added, "Yes, but you may not be able to make an appointment in half a year."
"It's really difficult to see him." Summer said with disappointment.
When Tim parked the car and entered from outside, he heard Summer's words.
As his eyelids twitched, he had an intuition that this Madam was going to make trouble.
Just as he was about to step forward, Summer turned around and gave him a look of "leave me alone".
Tim could only pretend he didn't see Summer and went away.
The receptionist did not notice that Tim came in and went out.
"After all, our president is no ordinary person. Ms. Summer, do you want to make an appointment or
not?" Said the receptionist to Summer impatiently.
Summer pretended to be surprised and said, "So you know me?"
"It's really rare to see people in Hoover City who don't know Ms. Summer." The receptionist didn't even
pretend anymore.
"Is that so?" Summer smiled and said, "Continue your work. I won't bother you anymore."
"Ms. Summer, you don't want an appointment anymore?"
"No. I'll call him directly." After Summer finished speaking, she smiled at the receptionist and turned to
sit on the sofa to call Leonardo.
The receptionists turned a deaf ear to Summer. When Summer turned around and left, they were still
gossiping about her.
"I've never seen such a shameless woman!"
"It's already on the news. She still comes to look for our president. I wonder how she got the guts!"
"That's right. Our president even has a daughter. She's not giving up!"
"Ruin other people's family...."
Summer tilted her ears slightly and listened. So that was what how people think of her now.
Summer laughed, not caring at all. She found a place to sit down and called Leonardo.
The phone rang twice and she got it through.
As soon as Leonardo picked up the phone, he asked, "What's wrong?"
It seemed that every time he answered her phone, he would first ask questions like "What's wrong?"
and "What happened?"
"I'm downstairs at the Emerson Group and I want to see you. It's so hard to meet you, Mr. Emerson.
Your itinerary has been full until the end of the year, and I can't even make an appointment. What
should I do?"
Leonardo could hear the ridicule in Summer's tone.
He did not even change his tone, asking, "What about Tim? Where did he go?"
"I'm here for you. Why are you asking him?"
Only now did Leonardo confirm that Summer wanted him to go down and pick her up.
Although he didn't know what Summer intended to do, if she wanted to see him and wanted him to pick
her up personally, he would do as she requested.
"Wait for me for a few minutes."
As Leonardo finished speaking, Summer heard the sound of his chair being pushed away. Summer
knew Leonardo would come down to pick her up. It was not fun since he agreed so easily.
Summer hung up and looked around with boredom.
Leonardo had told her to wait for few minutes. Just as he said, Summer really only waited for few
minutes before she saw Leonardo walking out of the elevator.
Summer had been looking towards the elevator, so she could see Leonardo as soon as he came out.
Leonardo also saw her at first glance.
When he saw her, he strode towards her with his long legs.
Summer crossed her arms and looked at him expressionlessly.
Leonardo was also expressionless. He sized her up and down and stretched out his hand to hold her,
"Did you come here alone?"
Summer dodged subconsciously, but Leonardo still managed to take her hand.
He pulled Summer up and led her to the elevator.
Seeing this, the receptionists standing on the sidelines were so shocked that their eyes opened wide.
Summer still felt they were not stimulated enough, so she turned around and waved to them, "I'm going
up first. Work hard."
Stiff smiles appeared on the faces of the receptionists at the same time. The receptionist who had just
served Summer smiled bitterly.
After entering the elevator, Leonardo asked her, "Did they make things difficult for you?"
Summer knew that when he said "they", he was referring to the receptionists.
"No." Their reactions were understandable, and they weren't trying to make things difficult for her.
Summer said no, so Leonardo didn't ask any further.
When the elevator door opened, Leonardo asked her, "Did you go to see the wedding dress?"
"No." Summer raised her head slightly, as if she was ignoring him.
Leonardo held her hand tightly. Summer could feel it, but she said nothing.
"I'll accompany you to see it tomorrow."
"Okay."
Summer still did not show much enthusiasm.
At this moment, they arrived at Leonardo's office.
He opened the door and let Summer in first, then closed the door behind him.
"Have something to drink?" Leonardo asked her.
"Just some boiled water."
Leonardo stood up and poured her a glass of boiled water.
Summer took the water and saw Leonardo sitting down in front of her. She asked, "Aren't you busy?"
Before Leonardo could reply, she continued, "It's said that your itinerary is full until the end of the year."
"Even if is until the end of my life, my work is not as important as you." Leonardo's tone was very
serious, and it didn't seem that he had deliberately said this just to coax her.
Summer paused just as she was about to drink water.
She glanced at Leonardo, took a sip of water, and said, "Is that so? Am I that important?"
"Of course." Leonardo kept his eyes on her, earnestly. "At least, it's much more important than you
think."
Summer nodded and said leisurely, "Verbal statements are not guarantees."
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