Short-tempered, Jessica was cursing Leonardo. Summer didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Wait
until I finish!"
"Okay, go on." Jessica was no longer interested in what she was going to say and fiddled with the
glass.
Summer became serious and said, "He wants to give the Emerson Group to me."
"What? Give you the Emerson Group?" Jessica repeated in a daze.
After two seconds, she suddenly got what Summer had said and grabbed Summer's hand. "What did
you say? Say it again?"
Summer repeated, "Leonardo wanted to give the Emerson Group to me."
Jessica opened her mouth wide and then closed it when she realized how unsightly it was.
Jessica's eyes widened as her voice trembled, "Did Mr. Emerson really say that?"
"Yes." Summer nodded.
"The Emerson ... Group...." Jessica stuttered as she took out her phone. "I need to check the market
value of the Emerson Group."
Everyone knew that the Emerson Group was a profitable company, but no one knew the exact figure.
Summer looked at Jessica disdainfully. "Do you know your face is full of the words 'I like money. I am
snobby'?"
"Who doesn't like money? I've never disliked money." Jessica thought of something and suddenly
looked up at her. "As the saying goes, we split everything we saw in half. But I don't need that much.
You just need to provide me with all the good resources and make me popular in the entertainment
industry!"
Hearing this, Summer deliberately said, "If you really want that, just let Carl know."
In this era, many stars were anxious to achieve quick success and take a shortcut. They became
popular with the support of a huge fan base. What Jessica wanted to do was to be an actress. Acting
mattered the most, so it took time for an actress to be popular.
Carl was in charge of the Tip Top Media Company and planned to boom Jessica's popularity. However,
Jessica did not take the scripts which could bring her instant popularity, but those she liked.
Jessica pretended to be angry and rolled up her sleeves. "Summer, you want a fight?"
She added, "You are different from Carl. Your castle is my castle. I will not have any psychological
burden to enjoy the things you offer."
"Then I can talk to Leonardo so that you don't have to worry about what you will owe Carl."
"I'm just joking. I'm satisfied with picking the script I like and I have enough money."
Jessica got back to the topic and said, "Did Mr. Emerson really say that? Did he really want to give the
Emerson Group to you?"
"Yes."
"Then do you dare to take it?"
Summer stiffened for a moment and said honestly, "No."
Jessica was convulsed with laughter. "Coward! You don't even dare to take it!"
"I'm not cut out for a businessman. If the company falls into my hands, it will collapse in three years."
"Three years? You overestimate yourself."
After Jessica finished laughing, she patted Summer on her shoulder and said, "Well, Mr. Emerson is so
generous to give it to you, but I still don't believe...."
"He's serious. He even told me to look for him at the company tomorrow." Summer leaned back in her
chair as if she had lost her strength. "I dare not go. He must ask me to sign the transfer documents
tomorrow. I don't know how to end it now."
"Really? Can he prepare all the formalities in such a short time? Perhaps you're overthinking it."
"No. Leonardo means what he said. He never lies to me."
Jessica was lost for words. She felt as if she was witnessing their affections for each other.
"Do you know how ear-piercing of what you said to a single lady like me?"
Jessica tilted her head to look at her. "Why do you worry about that? If he gives it to you, just take it.
Maybe he will feel safe if you do so."
Seeing that Jessica's words were getting more and more outrageous, Summer changed the topic.
The next day, Tim knocked on Summer's door at the same time as yesterday.
"Mrs. Emerson, Mr. Emerson asked me to take you to the Emerson Group."
"Please wait for a moment."
Summer turned around and took a coat. She went to the Emerson Group with Tim.
Today, she still entered through the front gate.
When she entered, she waved her hand at the receptionists and smiled warmly, "Here I come again."
But the receptionists lowered their heads in fear and did not dare to look at her. They were afraid of
her? It was only because Leonardo came down to pick her up.
The smile on Summer's face faded. Yesterday, these people sneered at her, but Leonardo coming
down to pick her up shut their mouths.
The power of Mr. Emerson could not be underestimated. They only dared to look up after Summer
walked past them.
One of the receptionists whispered, "Is she leaving?"
"Yes."
"I am scared to death."
"The department director asked me to his office yesterday, and I thought I would lose my job...."
"Who would have thought that the president would be with Summer...."
Arriving at Leonardo's office, Summer saw Warren, who she hadn't seen for a long time.
Warren beamed at her. "Ms. Summer."
Because she hadn't seen Warren for too long, Summer thought for a while before remembering who he
was.
She nodded slightly at Warren. "Mr. Smith."
When Summer walked over, she found the desk was filled with all kinds of documents.
Leonardo stood up, pulled the chair behind her, and held her to sit down.
"Ms. Summer, these are...." Before Warren could finish his sentence, Leonardo's cold gaze swept over
him.
He pushed his glasses and hid the stiffness on his face for a moment. "Mrs. Emerson, you need to sign
these documents," he said naturally.
Summer took a rough look and found that they were all transfer agreements.
Just as she had guessed, Leonardo had spent a day preparing for all of this. Today, he asked her to
sign it.
Summer turned to look at Leonardo. Her voice was tinged with emotion, sounding a little sharp.
"Leonardo, you're crazy!"
Leonardo simply handed the pen to her.
Warren was a professional. He began to explain each document to her, as if he didn't hear her words at
all.
Summer covered her forehead and turned to face Warren. "Mr. Smith, please wait for a moment. I want
to talk to Leonardo."
"I advise you not to waste your time trying to persuade him. It would be better to sign the papers now,
and I can finish my work." Warren had a professional smile on his face. "After all, as you said, he's
crazy. A madman can't listen to the normal."
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