Summer carefully looked around the room and checked every single corner.
In addition to the wardrobe full of clothes, there was also a small cloakroom where lay many
accessories for women including belts, bracelets, brooches, earrings, and so on.
Everything looked exquisite.
Almost all of them were designer products. Even the least extraordinary accessory was a unique and
niche brand with good reputation.
She didn’t have a clue who had prepared these items and for whom they were prepared, but she was
sure that they must have something to do with Connel.
Summer looked around and walked to the window.
It was a spacious and sunny room with a huge floor-to ceiling window from which she can see the
courtyard.
In spring and summer, it must be very enjoyable to see the beautiful scenery outside the window.
But at this moment, Summer could only see the bodyguards patrolling outside as well as the withered
trees.
If she wanted to escape, she had to distract the bodyguards first. However, she had no intention of
running away.
In the evening, a maid came to tell Summer to come for dinner.
"Miss Summer, dinner is ready. You can go to the dining room to have dinner now."
Summer leaned against the sofa to have a rest, only to fall asleep accidentally. She was awakened by
the knock on the door and heard a maid ask her to have dinner.
She stood up, straightened her clothes, walked to the door and opened it.
The maid was still waiting outside the door. Seeing Summer open the door, the maid nodded slightly,
"Miss Summer."
"Thank you." Summer smiled kindly at the maid.
The maid was surprised and shook her head hurriedly, "Miss Summer, you don't have to be so polite.
You are Mr. Connel's guest."
"Does Connel often have guests?" Summer asked casually.
The maid pondered for a moment, then shook her head, "Very few. Almost none."
"I see." Summer asked, "You are also from China. What is your name?"
The maid pursed her lips and smiled, "My name is Jenny, but I didn't grow up in China. I was also
adopted by Godfather like Mr. Connel."
Summer got the key words in her answer: adopted, Godfather.
Summer's eyes narrowed and she slightly lowered her eyes to conceal the emotions in her eyes, trying
her best to make her tone sound normal.
"Godfather?" Summer repeated, pretending to be curious and asked, "Is he your foster father?"
"Yes, he is."
When it came to her foster father, respect and reverence emerged in Jenny's eyes. "He is our foster
father, but we call him Godfather. He gave us a new life and the power to live on. He is a good person."
A good person. It was an identity that was extremely difficult to define.
Given Jenny's expression and tone, Godfather seemed a really good person.
Summer said calmly, "If I have time, I wonder if I can meet this kind-hearted gentleman."
Hearing this, Jenny looked a little disappointed, "I haven't seen Godfather for several years. After his
daughter became ill, he took his daughter away and lived in isolation. We rarely contact each other,
and he doesn't want to see us either..."
Before Jenny could finish her words, Connel's voice came from not far away, "Jenny."
He sounded very calm and mild, but Jenny looked at Summer nervously, "Miss Summer, please go to
the dining room to have dinner with Mr. Connel now."
"Ok." Summer remained calm.
After she went downstairs, Summer walked up to Connel and looked at him coldly.
There was no need for her to be nice to Connel since he didn't keep his words.
Seeing her expression, Connel asked her teasingly, "Haven't you heard a saying that people under the
eaves have to lower their heads? You're so unfriendly to me. Aren't you afraid that I'll make you suffer if
I'm annoyed?"
Summer sneered, "I won't be surprised by anything you do since you're untrustworthy."
Connel's expression finally changed. "Let's eat first."
Summer did not say anything else and followed him to the dining room.
She had good reasons for her boldness before Connel. When Connel brought her here, he was very
polite. It seemed that he didn't want to hurt her.
However, it was undeniable that Connel had brought her here for a purpose. However, he would never
tell her.
In that case, it didn't matter how she treated him.
Anyway, he wouldn't let her go, and she definitely wouldn't leave until she saw Stanley.
They arrived at the dining room and sat face to face, starting to eat without saying any word.
However, what surprised Summer was that the dinner wasn't western food.
She thought Connel, who had lived in Country M for a long time, should have been used to eating
western food, but the dinner was actually authentic Chinese food.
Summer hadn't eaten much that day. Seeing so many dishes on the table, she had a good appetite and
ate a lot.
After she finished her meal, she looked up and saw Connel staring at her.
Summer just glanced at him and asked, "Does staring at me give you a good appetite?"
"You have a good appetite." Connel put down his chopsticks, "It seems that you are quite used to
staying with me."
"I feel good, but I'll feel better if you let me see Stanley." Summer raised her eyebrows and tilted her
head slightly to look at him.
Connel laughed, wiped his hands with a towel and said slowly, "Be patient. Now that you're already
here, you'll see him sooner or later."
Connel reminded Summer of Stanley again. Connel and Stanley looked almost the same.
If it weren't for the difference in their personality, Summer wouldn't be able to identify whether the man
before her was Connel or Stanley.
Summer glanced at him, stood up and walked upstairs. As soon as she walked out of the dining room,
she saw Jenny.
Jenny looked at her happily, "Miss Summer, you finished your meal so quickly!"
Jenny looked a little younger than Summer. When Jenny laughed, two shallow dimples appeared on
her face, which made her look very innocent and made it easy for people to have a good impression of
her.
However, Adams' story taught her a lesson that many people were duplicitous.
Summer wasn't sure if Jenny was truly kind-hearted, but there was no need to show her vigilance
clearly. She only needed to be careful. So, Summer smiled back, "Yes, have you eaten dinner?"
Jenny gave a brighter smile, "No, I haven't. I'll have dinner after Mr. Connel finishes eating. Your
clothes have already been sent to your room."
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