Tim came out of the room and walked behind Leonardo. He followed Leonardo's gaze and then
whispered, "Mr. Emerson?"
"Do you have a cigarette?" Leonardo turned to look at Tim.
Tim didn't smoke much, but he would always carry a pack of cigarettes with him.
He took out one pack from his pocket, drew one cigarette out and handed it to Leonardo.
Leonardo stuck the cigarette between his lips. Tim took out the lighter and bent down, ready to light it
for him.
Leonardo frowned slightly and took the lighter over, "I can do it myself."
He flicked the lighter. The flame was shining.
Leonardo returned the lighter to Tim.
Tim then stood behind Leonardo. He did not move, nor did he speak.
Ever since Leonardo moved next to Stanley, he had spent most of his time standing there. No one
knew what he was thinking.
Tim could feel that Leonardo was thinking about Summer.
However, Tim felt that Leonardo might be thinking about more than Summer. But Tim couldn't figure out
that.
"When do you think Stanley will make his move?" Leonardo asked Tim abruptly.
Tim was stunned. He thought for a while and said with uncertainty, "Maybe soon?"
Leonardo took a deep breath of cigarette, and then put it between his fingers. He flicked the ashes off
and said loosely, "Which day?"
"What do you think?" Tim understood what Leonardo was thinking.
When Leonardo asked, he kind of knew what the answer would be.
Tim bowed slightly and waited for Leonardo's reply. However, Leonardo fell silent.
When Leonardo finished smoking, he said, "Tomorrow at the latest, he will take action."
His voice was a bit throaty after smoking. His eyes darkened.
"Do you mean Stanley is going to take action as early as tonight?" Tim immediately understood.
"Then Mrs. Emerson..." Seeing Leonardo's gloomy expression, Tim didn't continue.
If Stanley acted tonight, Summer would be in danger.
Leonardo did not deny it, and Tim guessed correctly.
Leonardo clenched his fists and crushed the cigarette butt into his palm. He then snapped out an order.
"Immediately investigate a woman called Bendy. She is seriously ill and has been living on a respirator.
She may be related to Stanley."
"Got it." Tim was a sort of shocked.
"And..." Leonardo paused, but Tim already knew what Leonardo wanted to say.
"I will send people to keep an eye on Stanley." Tim said.
Leonardo didn't say anything else then.
Recently, Leonardo became quite silent.
Leonardo was a man of few words, but he would respond to what people said. Now, Tim had to guess
what Leonardo meant.
Fortunately, Tim was able to know the answers to those questions.
After that, Tim left the room and was on the way the carry out the order.
At midnight, Summer heard noise coming from outside the room.
After she came to Stanley's place, she was easy to wake up even with a slight movement.
Summer turned on the bedside lamp. She rubbed her eyes to adapt to the light.
She listened attentively, but she couldn't hear anything.
Was it her hallucination?
That was possible.
She wanted to take a look.
Summer then got out of bed slowly.
Rosie was still sleeping soundly. Summer leaned over and pulled the covers up around the sleeping
child. Then she turned around and put on her coat.
She paused slightly.
What if there was someone out there?
Summer hesitated, but she then took the coat off and put every piece of clothes inside on carefully.
She walked to the door and put on her shoes. She then touched the door handle.
The door was slowly opened.
Summer looked through the crack in the door and found there was no one outside.
She felt relieved and opened the door wider.
However, she saw Stanley standing a meter away from the door!
Stanley was in dark and stood there without emotion. He was giving off a cold vibe, and his eyes were
gloomy.
Behind him stood Jenny, followed by a few bodyguards.
Stanley curled his lips. He looked indifferent, but his voice was still gentle, "Guess I won't have to
knock."
He was gentle, but there was also a trace of bone-chilling coldness.
Summer understood that Stanley finally acted.
Without Leonardo, Stanley probably wouldn't do it yet. Even if Stanley didn't take the initiative, he
would still be able to seize the opportunity.
However, what Leonardo did these two days made Stanley lose his coolness.
Stanley was infuriated, and he was no longer so confident. He couldn't help but take move ASAP.
Summer held the door with one hand and clenched the other tightly.
After living here for so long, Summer understood that it had finally come.
She was so calm that she herself was surprised.
"So many people. It's already late. What's the big deal?" Summer looked at Stanley calmly without any
surprise or fear in her tone.
Stanley's expression changed slightly, "You don't even know what I'm going to do, but aren't you
afraid?"
"When I let you kidnap me, I knew there would be such a day."
Summer had just woken up. Her hair was still messy. She swept her hair back, and then spoke
seriously to Stanley, "I'll go with you, but can you let Rosie go? She is just a child."
Stanley smiled, "Of course I can."
The kinder he was, the less Summer trusted him.
Summer pursed her lips and said, "I want to get my scarf in my room, can I?"
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