Leonardo could tell that Summer took his phone on purpose.
After that, when she deliberately unlocked his phone, Leonardo knew she was using this to imply
something.
At first, Leonardo guessed that Summer might have been hypnotized by Stanley.
Didn't Summer just said that Rosie's life didn't matter?
Was it possible that Stanley used this to hypnotize Summer?
However, he could tell from the way Summer transmitted messages to him that Stanley failed to
hypnotize Summer.
According to his understanding of Summer, this woman was risking her safety and planned to take
advantage of this opportunity to find out something from Stanley.
Leonardo's expression suddenly turned cold as if it was covered in a layer of frost.
When did he, Leonardo, need a woman to take the risks for him?
She was so arrogant!
That stupid woman was still that arrogant!
The more Leonardo thought about it, the angrier he became as he walked out.
But when he passed by the phone that Summer threw out, he stopped and picked it up.
Not long after he left the restroom, he met Stanley.
Stanley looked at Leonardo as if he was inspecting the results.
How could he not see the apparent anger on Leonardo's face?
Stanley's tone was brimming with pride, "Mr. Emerson seems to be in a bad mood."
Leonardo stared coldly at Stanley for a few seconds, then he fiercely punched at him. Stanley could not
dodge and was punched in the face. However, his expression did not change at all.
Leonardo could not help but hit him, which meant he had succeeded.
He successfully used Summer to provoke Leonardo, and Leonardo was enraged.
Everything has its weakness. When it comes to a person, the best part to attack is his motion.
And Leonardo's weakness was Summer.
As long as he used Summer to deal with Leonardo, he did not need to do anything at all. Leonardo was
already a loser.
As far as he could see, the results were good.
Stanley reached out and wiped the blood from the corner of his lips. He smiled and said, "Mr. Emerson,
it would be beneath your dignity to attack others."
"Who do you think you are?" Leonardo held Stanley's collar and stared at him sinisterly.
Stanley was shorter than Leonardo, giving Leonardo a bit advantage in height. Leonardo was
domineering when he had Stanley by the collar.
"To be honest, I admire you. You still have the mood to speak ruthlessly to me at this moment." The
smile on Stanley's face faded, but there was not the slightest bit of fear in his eyes.
At the same time, Tim came over from another direction.
"Mr. Emerson." When he saw the scene, he was stunned for a moment before regaining his usual
expression.
Leonardo expressionlessly turned and looked at Tim, "Bring Summer back!"
A hint of hesitation flashed across Tim's face, but he replied, "Yes."
Leonardo threw Stanley out like a rag.
Stanley, prepared, managed to steady himself so as to avoid an embarrassing fall.
"You should ask Summer if she wants to go back to you!" Stanley's tone carried a trace of pleasure.
He was looking forward to seeing Leonardo's defeat.
"Whether she is willing or not, she is mine! Even if she dies, she can only be my ghost! Who are you?"
Leonardo's eyes were full of undisguised ridicule as if Stanley was some kind of trash that should not
be seen.
Stanley hated Leonardo's confident expression the most.
Even though he was the winner at this time, Leonardo still looked at him with disgust, as if he was a
king.
This was also the point he was most unwilling to accept.
"You are so self-centered. You never care about the will of Summer and only impose your thoughts on
her. You are only deceiving yourself by saying that she is yours!"
Stanley coughed a few times and slowly stood up.
Leonardo sneered and said, "I am still better than you."
Then, he turned around and left.
Stanley stood there, his anger gradually spreading from the bottom of his eyes.
He shouted and punched the wall with his hand.
"Leonardo! I will not let you get what you want!"
Leonardo walked to the entrance of the banquet hall and saw Tim.
Tim stayed here and waited for Leonardo to come over.
Although Leonardo just said that he wanted to bring Summer back, Tim still felt that something was
missing. He was not sure if that was a good idea.
"Mr. Emerson, are you sure you want to bring Mrs. Emerson back?" He asked Leonardo when he saw
Leonardo came to him.
Leonardo's face was gloomy as he glanced at him coldly, "Do you want to see Mrs. Emerson continue
being intimate with that men?"
Tim suddenly became nostalgic.
This was the Mr. Emerson he knew.
A man who had a bad temper could not tolerate the intimacy between Mrs. Emerson and other men.
"No." After receiving the order, he brought his men to stop Summer.
At this time, the birthday banquet was nearing the end.
Some people had already left, but there were still many others in the hall.
Summer planned to leave, and she was calling Stanley in a corner.
After coming back to the banquet hall, she did not see Stanley. Now that she was going back, she
intended to give Stanley a call.
However, before she could get on the line, her phone was pulled over by someone, and this person
directly hung up the unanswered call.
"Mrs. Emerson." Tim nodded slightly as he was holding Summer's phone.
"What are you doing? Give my phone back!" When Summer saw it was Tim, her expression turned
cold. She extended her hand and said, "Give me my phone!"
"Mrs. Emerson, we are here to take you home," Tim said as he stood motionlessly in front of Summer.
Summer raised her voice, "Tim!"
Tim's expression did not change, and his tone was serious and gentle, "Mrs. Emerson, do you want to
go with us by yourself, or do you want some help from us?"
He deliberately emphasized the word "help" to tell Summer that if she did not take the initiative to go
with him, they would forcefully take her away.
Summer sneered, "What if I do not go with you?"
"Then we would need to offer you some help." Tim said respectfully.
"It is true that the subordinates take after their boss." Summer was mocking Leonardo.
Tim was unaccustomed to Summer who spoke in such a weird manner.
He pursed his lips, pretending that he did not recognize the meaning behind Summer's words, "Mrs.
Emerson, what do you mean?"
"I can't afford to be the Mrs. Emerson you called." Summer pushed Tim away, "Get out of my way!"
She had barely taken two steps when she stopped.
Leonardo was here, standing in her way.
"Didn't you hear what Tim said? I am taking you home."
Leonardo stood in front of her with a serious face.
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