Leonardo led a group of people towards Stanley.
At this moment, many people arrived at the banquet hall. But very few of them were as handsome and
young as Leonardo and Carl that came from foreign countries.
Therefore, when Leonardo and his companions passed by, they were exceptionally conspicuous.
People's gazes were focused on them. Stanley saw them as well.
He curled his lip slightly, revealing a faint smile. Then, he turned to look at Summer.
Summer was talking to another woman, with a delighted smile on her face.
Stanley called her, "Summer."
"Yes?" Summer turned around and looked at Stanley, "What's up?"
"Look who is coming." Stanley stuck out one of his fingers that were holding the goblet, signaling her to
look in the direction he pointed.
Summer followed his gaze and saw Leonardo, who was walking in front of everyone.
The smile on her face gradually froze the moment she saw Leonardo until it disappeared.
Leonardo, who had been staring closely at Summer, apparently saw the change in Summer's
expression. His face became gloomier.
Carl, who was walking beside Leonardo, involuntarily touched his arm.
Summer and Leonardo's gazes met in the air and did not move away since then.
Leonardo's gaze was cold, so was Summer's. It was hard for people to imagine that they were once
deeply in love with each other.
Finally, Leonardo and his people approached.
Summer stood beside Stanley and did not say anything. She did not go to Leonardo's side either.
Stanley turned and looked at Summer. He was very satisfied with her performance.
A smile gradually appeared on his face.
"Mr. Emerson, long time no see. How have you been?" Stanley's gaze fell on Leonardo, and his smile
slowly deepened.
Jessica snorted. Stanley was so annoying to her now, no matter how she looked at him.
She turned to another side and met Summer's gaze. Her mood became more irritable, so she took out
her phone and started surfing the internet.
Leonardo did not even look at Stanley. The atmosphere was a little strange.
Carl was very smart. His eyes flickered as he smiled at Stanley, "Is it that long? I heard from the news
that you and Mr. Emerson used to be neighbors."
Although Leonardo did not say anything, Carl knew Leonardo disdained Stanley and did not want to
talk to him.
Carl was inferior to Leonardo in terms of status. If Leonardo spoke first, it would be like humiliating
Stanley.
Stanley's expression changed slightly before he started speaking, "If I remember correctly, this
gentleman is the President of the Tip Top Media Company, right?"
"Yes, it is me." Carl smiled but scolded Stanley in his heart.
'Who does he think he is? Isn't he just a psychiatrist? Looking at his arrogance, he thinks that he is
something!'
Stanley smiled and turned to Summer, "Summer, are they your friends?"
"No, only Jessica is my friend." Summer looked at Stanley with hatred in her eyes.
Stanley's lips curved up slightly into a strange arc, "What you said is going to make someone sad."
He looked at Leonardo.
Leonardo's gaze was still on Summer. He said in a deep voice, "Summer, come here."
"If Mr. Emerson wants to talk, we can find a place to chat after the banquet." Summer sneered at
Leonardo and stopped looking at him.
She took Stanley's arm again, "Let's go. I do not want to be delayed by people that are not important. I
want to go back early later."
"Alright."
Stanley glanced at Leonardo before leaving. His face was filled with the expression as a winner.
Everyone could only watch Stanley and Summer left without doing nothing.
Carl looked at them and could not help himself but curse, "What the heck is Stanley doing! What is
wrong with Summer's mind? How could she call us unimportant people? I am so angry! They..."
Before Carl could finish his sentence, he felt Warren pulling him.
"Why are you pulling me? I am not wrong." Carl glared at Warren.
Warren kicked him and signaled him to look at Leonardo.
Carl suddenly understood why Warren stopped him. He looked awkward.
Summer's words pierced Leonardo's heart already. Now he was saying these things in front of
Leonardo, which would only make Leonardo feel worse.
Carl scratched his head, tring to comfort Leonardo, "Well... Leonardo, Summer must have her reasons
when she said those words. She is not a person like that..."
Leonardo looked at him and said emotionlessly, "How is that possible that I do not know what kind of
person she is? Do I need you to remind me?"
Carl was speechless. He wanted to comfort Leonardo but it did not work at all. Leonardo even
disdained what he said.
Carl pointed at Leonardo and said to Warren angrily, "Look at him!" Warren looked at Leonardo and
shook his head without saying anything.
A lot of people came to the birthday banquet. Since Leonardo and the others had come, it was
inevitable that they would have to socialize. Even Jessica had been brought into conversations one
after another.
Everyone was busy socializing except Leonardo.
He found a seat with a broad vision and sat down. Even if someone wanted to talk to him, they ended
up retreating by the estranged aura from him.
In the end, no one dared to come to Leonardo.
Carl came back, after some socializing small talks, and sat beside Leonardo, sulking, "Leonardo, as
the president of an international group, can you mingle a bit and open up to some conversations? If you
continue like this, I am worried that the Emerson Group will collapse one day."
Leonardo looked at him indifferently, "I do not think so."
Carl had nothing else to say. He stood up and continued to socialize.
As soon as he left, Tim came back. Nobody noticed when he disappeared before.
He walked to Leonardo's side and respectfully called out, "Mr. Emerson."
Leonardo put down the goblet. The laziness in his eyes retreated a little. He only said one word,
"Speak."
"I sent some people down to check. Stanley only brought two or three bodyguards over. He did not
even bring Jenny, the most competent assistant of his, with him. And most of his subordinates were
under Jenny's management." Tim told Leonardo everything he had found.
After hearing this, Leonardo was silent for a moment before sneering.
Tim could not read Leonardo right now, nor could he understand what the sneer meant.
"Mr. Emerson, what do you think?" He asked carefully.
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