Leonardo glanced coldly at Warren. Warren lowered his head slightly, as if he was not the one who
said those words. He looked calm. But Summer noticed that Warren's hands were tightly clenched
together.
Summer chuckled. She thought Warren was so brave that he wasn't afraid of Leonardo at all.
Leonardo stood behind Summer with one hand on the table. This posture looked like he was holding
Summer in his arms.
He stretched out two fingers and tapped twice on the table to remind Summer. "Sign it."
Summer didn't dare to sign it.
Warren was a famous lawyer in Hoover City and was also a personal lawyer to Leonardo. Once these
things were signed, they would have legal effect.
The Emerson Group was a big company, yet Leonardo gave it to her rashly.
She had never coveted the Emerson Group. Now Leonardo gave it to her, she did not dare to take it.
Summer did not know how to persuade him anymore. She frowned and called out his name,
"Leonardo!"
Leonardo raised his eyebrows and said in a low voice, "Warren's time is precious. The longer you
dawdle, the more I pay him. We still have to raise Rosie and should save money as possible as we
can."
His tone was solemn, as if he really cared about this small amount of money. Summer knew that he
was teasing her. He was even in the mood to tease her now.
"Leonardo, I won't sign it. The Emerson Group is your family's property. How could you treat it like a
joke and give it to me blindly?"
Leonardo seemed to find her serious expression interesting. He smiled faintly and said, "This is not a
joke. It's my betrothal gift to you."
Summer was stunned for a moment before she could speak.
She softened her voice and asked him, "Aren't you afraid that I'll change my mind and run away with
another man with your money?"
"Oh? I remember one sentence you said before." Leonardo paused for a moment, then slowly said, "Is
there any man in Hoover City who is more promising than Leonardo?"
Summer almost forgot what she had said.
A long time ago, she had said it in front of the media. She didn't expect that he would still remember it.
Leonardo's voice brought her back from the memories. "Then let me ask you now. Do you think there is
any man who is more promising than me in Hoover City?"
Her answer was the same as before.
“No.”
There came a sound of coughing.
Warren, who was ignored, coughed, trying to attract their attention, indicating his presence. He didn't
come to look at them being nostalgic.
Summer remembered there was another person in the room. She glared at Leonardo and turned to
look at Warren.
Warren sighed, "Do you want me to come back another day?"
As a response, Leonardo pressed the pen back into Summer's hand.
"I'm hungry. Hurry up." With that, Leonardo sat down on the other side and signed with Summer.
Summer didn't move. Leonardo pretended to glower at her. "If you don't sign it, I won't let you see
Rosie!"
Speechless, Summer curled her mouth and felt Leonardo was childish and boring now.
Warren seated himself and began to organize the documents.
There were a lot of documents to sign. By the time they were done, it was almost one o'clock at noon.
As soon as they signed all the documents, Warren left.
Before Warren left, Summer invited him to have lunch with them.
"Thank you for your kindness. I still have a lot of things to deal with. Next time, if you cook...."
Before he could finish his sentence, Leonardo grabbed a book and threw it at him. "Yeah, you wish."
Warren narrowly ducked and complained to Summer in an honest tone, "Do you see how badly he
treats me? How could I dare to eat with him?"
After complaining, he said "goodbye" and hurriedly left with his briefcase before Leonardo got angry.
Summer looked at the closed door and turned to look at Leonardo. "Can't you be a little more polite to
them?"
"Though I treat them rude, they still dare to act nonsense. If I treat them politely, won't they be unruly?"
Leonardo's tone was earnest.
Summer had nothing to say. They went out to have lunch together.
They took the elevator down together. When Leonardo took her hand and led her out of the elevator,
the receptionists stared at them again.
Leonardo turned around and took a look, frowning slightly. They immediately looked away and nodded
respectfully. "President."
Leonardo's gaze swept over one after another before he coldly said, "And?" They looked at each other,
and only after a few seconds did they understand what Leonardo meant.
They all bowed to Summer and said, "Ms. Summer."
Hearing this, Leonardo sneered. His scary look frightened the receptionists. Summer pulled his hand
and signaled him to forget it.
It wasn't a big deal. Why did he have to fuss about a name?
One of the sensible girls immediately shouted, "Hello, Mrs. Emerson!"
When the other girls saw Leonardo was pleased, they hurriedly called out, "Mrs. Emerson."
Leonardo's expression changed slightly as he led Summer away.
After leaving the Emerson Group, Summer looked down at their holding hands. She was a little
distracted. It seemed to be the first time she and Leonardo had appeared openly in the Emerson
Group.
After getting into the car, Summer asked him, "How did you handle the news?"
"It's settled like that." Leonardo buckled his seat belt and leaned over to help Summer buckle it.
Summer knew what he was going to do and refused, "I'll do it myself."
"Don't you want to give me a chance to please my boss?" Leonardo placed one hand on the back of
the chair behind Summer and the other hand on the car door. He lowered his eyes slightly and asked
her in a deep voice.
The space in the car was small, so Summer was trapped in his arms. She didn't figure out what he
meant. "What ... please?"
"How do you want me to please you?" As Leonardo spoke, he lowered his head and kissed her ear.
Summer felt a burst of trembling when he pecked her ear.
She trembled and shrank back. "Be serious."
"I'm your employee now. You're the one who is going to pay me. I'm trying to please my boss, hoping
she can pay me more. I am trying to earn my bread. Isn't this a serious matter?"
Leonardo spoke seriously, but Summer found it flirtatious.
After getting into the car, Summer asked him, "How did you handle the news?"
"It's settled like that." Leonardo buckled his seat belt and leaned over to help Summer buckle it.
Summer knew what he was going to do and refused, "I'll do it myself."
"Don't you want to give me a chance to please my boss?" Leonardo placed one hand on the back of
the chair behind Summer and the other hand on the car door. He lowered his eyes slightly and asked
her in a deep voice.
The space in the car was small, so Summer was trapped in his arms. She didn't figure out what he
meant. "What ... please?"
"How do you want me to please you?" As Leonardo spoke, he lowered his head and kissed her ear.
Summer felt a burst of trembling when he pecked her ear.
She trembled and shrank back. "Be serious."
"I'm your employee now. You're the one who is going to pay me. I'm trying to please my boss, hoping
she can pay me more. | am trying to earn my bread. Isn't this a serious matter?"
Leonardo spoke seriously, but Summer found it flirtatious.
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