This particular illness could be psychological, mental, or physical. Stanley was covered in secrets and
was too complicated.
Summer slightly lowered her eyes, hiding her emotions and asked, "Can we go in now?"
"Come in." Only then did Stanley notice that she had also brought Rosie.
The smile on Stanley's face deepened. He reached out to touch Rosie's head and said, "Rosie."
Rosie called out, "Uncle Stanley."
Summer felt that Rosie was leaning towards her, as if she was rejecting Stanley.
Stanley turned around and walked inside. Summer brought Rosie inside.
After entering the study, Summer and Rosie sat down on the sofa.
"What can I do for you?" Summer asked him.
"Don't you want to know what I had said to Leonardo?" Stanley poured a glass of water for her and
said in a casual and relaxed tone."
Summer raised her eyes slightly. There was no emotion in her eyes. "If you want to tell me, you can tell
me directly."
On the other hand, when Rosie heard the words "Leonardo," she touched Summer's waist. Summer
turned around to look at her and saw some doubts in Rosie's eyes.
When Rosie saw Summer looking at her, she whispered, "Daddy."
Summer held her small hand in her hand and said without raising her head, "If you want to tell me, just
tell me."
Previously, she had seen Stanley throwing things outside Stanley's study. She could naturally guess
that Leonardo had definitely not said anything good in Stanley's study.
Stanley chuckled, his laughter sounding a little cold.
He pushed the water to Summer and said softly, "Have a drink."
"Thank you." But Summer did not reach for the water.
The room fell silent for a moment, and neither of them spoke.
Rosie leaned against Summer and lowered her head to play with the zipper on her clothes.
It was like a silent farce. They didn't say anything special, but it gave off an inexplicable sense of
absurdity.
After a while, Stanley said slowly, "Let's see who will win."
After saying that, he raised his head and smiled meaningfully at Summer.
There was a sense of contention in his tone.
He seemed to regard Leonardo as a formidable enemy, and Summer felt that it was inexplicable why
there was such a contest.
Summer curled her lips and did not say anything.
In the evening, Leonardo had indeed come back.
Summer heard a lot of noise outside. Before she could go out to see what was going on, Leonardo had
already walked in from the entrance of the hall. This time, he had even brought Tim along with him.
The distance between them and Summer was still a little far. When Summer looked over, Leonardo
also looked towards her, his eyes dark and dense, making it difficult to discern the true emotions in his
eyes.
Tim was a step behind Leonardo to his side and gave a slight nod at Summer, just like before.
Summer was stunned for a moment, as if they were in Leonardo's villa in Hoover City, not Stanley's
villa in Country M.
Stanley's face darkened as he came downstairs, followed by Jenny.
He walked down the stairs, stopped not far from Leonardo, and sneered, "Does Mr. Emerson think my
house is a food market?"
Leonardo raised his eyebrows and said leisurely, "Mr. Stanley has belittled yourself. I have never been
to the food market."
The last bit of smile on Stanley's face disappeared, but he still suppressed his temper and didn't say
anything to drive him away.
At this time, a servant walked over and said, "Sir, the dinner is ready."
Before Stanley could say anything, Tim went forward and asked the servant, "Excuse me, how can I
get to the dining room?"
The servant thought that he was Stanley's guest, so he pointed in the direction of the dining room,
"This way, please."
"Thank you." After Tim finished speaking, he took a step back and stood aside to let Leonardo leave
first.
Leonardo walked towards the dining hall as if he were in his own home. He was not polite at all.
Summer had only known that sometimes Leonardo might be unreasonable, but she had never seen
him so confident as a rogue.
Stanley was good at disguising himself. He was accustomed to disguising himself as a good person, a
gentleman who handled matters with discretion and behaved with caution.
If Stanley was a true gentleman, Leonardo's rogue behavior would not have any effect on him, but
Stanley was just pretending.
In this way, it was safe to say Leonardo was challenging Stanley's bottom line.
Leonardo only wanted to see how long Stanley could endure.
During this period of time, Stanley did not have any definite plans for the next step, apart from causing
a car accident to Leonardo.
Summer had been here for a while, and she had been settled here for a long time.
Stanley did not take actions, and Leonardo tried to force him to take actions.
When Rosie saw Leonardo walk towards the dining room, she hurriedly pulled Summer and walked
towards the dining room, "Mom, it's time for dinner!"
"Let's go." Summer glanced at Stanley and took Rosie to the dining room.
Seeing this, Jenny was so angry that she was about to speak, but she was restrained by Stanley.
"Leonardo had gone too far. How could he be so rude? Also, we've been good to Summer. he doesn't
know what gratitude is!"
Jenny became wilder with anger. Finally, she turned around and kicked fiercely on the sofa beside her.
"Let's go. Let's have dinner." Stanley had already calmed down.
When he and Jenny entered the dining room, Leonardo and Summer had already sat down.
Summer sat beside Leonardo, Tim sitting opposite them.
Stanley entered the dining room, and he directly sat in the main seat, while Jenny sat beside Tim.
The atmosphere during dinner was very strange. Other than Stanley and Jenny, everyone else had a
good appetite, especially Rosie.
"Dad, it is delicious... I want that..." Rosie's hands were short and she knew how to use chopsticks, but
she wasn't very good at picking up food. Normally, adults would help her.
Since Leonardo was here today, she naturally had to rely on Leonardo to help her with the dishes.
Leonardo patiently took care of Rosie with her food. It was clearly the intimacy between a father and a
daughter. However, Summer noticed the change of Stanley's expression.
Why would the intimacy between Leonardo and Rosie affect Stanley?
She quietly observed Stanley whose emotions kept surging.
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