Stanley calmly looked at Summer and suggested, "If you really hate his guts, it might be a good thing
for you to stay by his side."
"What do you mean?" Summer looked at him quizzically.
"Leonardo still has feelings for you and won't do anything to you. If you move out of his villa, how many
chances do you have to see him with your background? Isn't that even more inconvenient for you to
take revenge?"
Stanley gave Summer a serious look.
Summer sneered in her heart, but she showed no sign of it on her face, "How can I take revenge?"
"You have plenty of opportunities to take revenge on him. You can add something to his food or meddle
with the confidential documents of his company. Any of these can crush Leonardo."
Stanley deliberately emphasized his last remark.
Summer fell silent upon hearing this. She stared at Stanley for a while and said, "Why do I feel that you
hate Leonardo more than me? Actually, I've been very curious about what exactly happened between
you and Leonardo."
She was a little nervous to ask this question. Would Stanley tell her the answer?
Stanley revealed a strange smile and said unhurriedly, "I'll tell you when you succeed in taking revenge
on Leonardo."
Summer pursed her lips and said, "It seems that I have to wait for a long time."
'Stanley is as cunning as a fox. I knew that he wouldn't tell me the secret so easily.'
"As long as you do your best, this day will come very soon. After all, you are the only person that is
close to Leonardo right now. It is easier for you to plot against him than anyone else." Stanley fixed his
eyes on Summer, his face slightly distorted.
"Of course I know this." Summer paused for a moment and looked up at Stanley, her tone carrying a
trace of mockery, "Didn't you treat me the same way back then?"
"I know you're mad about what I did back then, but don't you understand that people are selfish and
only think about themselves?" Stanley said earnestly, "Summer, you are just too tenderhearted. In the
future, you will discover that there is nothing in this world worth you softening your heart."
Summer sneered and said bluntly, "Just like you? In order to achieve your goal, you will use all the
people and things that you can use."
As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Stanley's face darkened instantly.
She smiled and looked at him without fear, asking curiously, "Are you angry?"
Stanley looked down and tidied up his sleeves slowly, saying calmly, "Summer, do you know what I will
do if someone else talk to me like this?"
"I don't know, and I don't want to know either. Anyway, you won't treat me the way you treat those
people, will you?" Summer looked at Stanley confidently.
Stanley squinted and chuckled, "Of course. You are different from them."
Summer smiled and didn't say anything.
After saying goodbye to Stanley, Summer drove back to Leonardo's villa.
She went to his study with her computer to work pn the script.
She thought she might not be able to write anything in her current state.
Unexpectedly, she wrote very smoothly.
She was absorbed in the writing for three hours.
When she raised her head and looked outside, it was already dark.
Night always came early in winter.
Summer looked at the clock and found it was already seven p.m.
Leonardo always came back very late in recent days.
Summer stood up and moved her limbs. She walked to the window and opened the curtains to look
outside.
The street lights in the courtyard had already lit up, and Summer could vaguely see servants and
bodyguards passing by the courtyard.
There was no sign of the car coming at the gate, so Leonardo might not return for a while.
Summer stood by the window for some time before turning around and going back to her desk.
She glanced at the computer screen and hadn't decided what to write next. She sat on the chair and
looked around at Leonardo's desk.
There were a few locked drawers, and Summer didn't know what was inside.
She recollected what Stanley had said before and sneered.
Stanley asked her to steal the confidential documents of the Emerson Group?
He probably never thought that Leonardo had already given the Emerson Group to her.
How would a selfish and calculating man like Stanley believe that there were feelings more important
than profits and money in this world?
When Leonardo returned, it was almost ten o'clock. He walked in the villa with an upset face.
Summer didn't have the dinner in advance but waited for him to eat together.
Sitting face to face at the dining table, neither of them moved their chopsticks.
In the end, Summer took the initiative to ask, "What happened?"
Leonardo looked up at her with a poker face and said in a deep voice filled with anger, "I should ask
you the same question."
Summer was confused for a moment and realized that Leonardo must have known that she went to
see Stanley today.
Her face darkening, she asked, "Did you send someone to follow me?"
Leonardo's expression didn't change at all, "It's not following. I'm just preventing you from doing stupid
things."
"What stupid thing did I do?" Summer smiled in anger and said, "Do you think that things you refuse to
do are all stupid?"
"Do you think that you have the lock on bad decisions?" Leonardo looked at her stonily. His indifferent
expression was infuriating.
Summer bit her lips and stood up quickly. "The stupidest thing I've ever done was to go along with you
on everything!" she said loudly.
Leonardo's tone was much calmer than hers. "The stupidest thing I've ever done is indulging you with
everything."
"You...." Summer was speechless with rage.
The older he got, the more annoying he became.
"Enjoy your meal!" Summer said and pushed the chair away, walking out of the dining room.
The chair grated as it rubbed against the ground.
As soon as Summer left, the dining hall quieted down. Even the sound of breathing could be heard
clearly.
Leonardo sat quietly at the dining table and kept the posture he had when Summer left.
After a long time, he suddenly picked up a bowl beside his hand and threw it away.
The bowl was smashed into pieces on the ground, making an ear-piercing sound.
The servant waiting outside the dining hall heard the noise and immediately walked in.
"Mr. Emerson?"
Leonardo clenched his hands on the dining table into fists and said through gritted teeth, "Get out!"
Seeing his angry face, the servant did not dare to stay any longer and walked out.
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