Carl didn't have the privilege to possess a black card issued by the Emerson Group. There were only a
limited number of them, and only the Emersons had them. He didn't know their maximum amount.
She brushed away his hand and said, "Why are you pulling me? Sit down and drink!"
Maybe the alcohol gave her extra strength, so Carl was pressed down in surprise despite his
resistance.
Then, she reached for a bottle and stuffed it into his hand, ordering, "Here!"
He wanted to free his hand and put the bottle back. However, he soon discovered it was unachievable.
Summer patted his hand and urged, "This is magic! Come on!"
Then she turned around and picked up another one to clink his.
He was not here to imbibe with her.
Humoring her by taking a sip, he called the manager to send two waitresses here.
The waitresses arrived quickly, and Carl instructed them, "Take Ms. Summer to the guest room
upstairs."
"What are you doing? Where are we going?" Summer frowned and yelled, "Let go of me. Don't touch
me!"
The waitresses looked at Carl with an awkward expression. "Mr. Carl."
He put both of his hands on his waist and fumed, "Why are you looking at me? Think of a clever way to
make her go with you if she doesn't want to!"
Morons!
"Yes." They shut up and walked Summer out.
However, Summer never stopped struggling.
Carl followed behind them and called Summer after thinking for a while.
"Summer."
"What now?"
She was still in the mood to answer him.
Carl took advantage of her daze and walked over, telling a lie, "Leonardo knows you're drinking here.
He's coming to get you. Let's hurry up and leave."
Summer was hammered and didn't remember Leonardo had come.
She looked up abruptly and said slowly, her eyes dull, "Leonardo is coming? Let's get out of here...."
She finally stopped resisting, and Carl breathed a sigh of relief.
Leonardo was the silver bullet.
The waitresses walked Summer to the guest room and helped her change her clothes and take a bath.
Carl stood outside the door and lit a cigarette, taking a puff. Then he took out his phone to call
Leonardo.
"I've put Summer in your old room." Leonardo usually stayed there when he was in Golden Cauldron
Club. He used to live there for a period of time. It had everything she needed.
Even though Leonardo seldom lived here now, it was saved for him and ready all the time.
Carl waited for Leonardo to speak.
After some time, Leonardo said in a husky voice, "Who walked her there?"
Carl somehow sensed danger and answered after pondering for a while, "Two waitresses."
"Fine," Leonardo replied, "Sorry for the trouble."
Carl was puzzled. "Didn't you come here earlier? Why did you ask me to put her in your room? What is
going on between you two?"
"Nothing." Leonardo sounded indifferent.
Carl knew Leonardo was going to hang up again, so he quickly said, "Don't hang up. Although I didn't
go to the dinner party tonight, I heard you came with Amber. If you say that was because it dawned on
you Amber was your true love, I would rather believe pigs can fly."
Leonardo sneered, "Can't it be that I don't love Summer anymore?"
Carl was surprised. The cigarette burned his fingers, for his attention was on the conversation.
He gasped with pain and said, "Of course."
Then, Leonardo hung up on him.
Carl flicked the ash from the cigarette, bent his leg, and kicked the wall twice, looking bored.
The next day.
Summer opened her eyes and felt the world was spinning. She couldn't think straight, and her head
was killing her.
She didn't sit up and tried to clear her mind. Then last night came back to her.
Leonardo had come but left. Then Carl had come and brought her to the room.
Although she had almost lost her consciousness after Leonardo left, she could still remember
everything.
She propped herself up and looked around, and discovered it was Leonardo's old room.
Leonardo's cold face came to her mind. If he knew she crashed the night here, he might lash out.
She got out of bed and freshened up in a hurry. Changing into her own clothes, she removed the
sheets from the bed and threw them onto the ground. Then, she called room service.
A waiter came quickly.
"Change the sheets." With that, Summer walked out.
As she walked, she took out her phone. Satisfactorily, it was fully charged.
She called Carl. "Thank you for last night."
He complained about the way she put it. "Please, don't say it like that. It's misleading."
She found he was more and more of a blabber mouth.
She cut him off, "Thank you for bringing me to the guest room."
"No need to thank me. If you insist, you should...." Carl hesitated for a moment. Thinking of what
Leonardo had said on the phone yesterday, he changed the topic, "You shouldn't drink that much
again. Leo ... Jessica will be worried...."
"Thank you. I know." Then she said "goodbye" and hung up the phone to stop his jibber jabber.
She was not a drunkard, and she had come here to drown her sorrow on a whim, as she had been
deeply upset about Leonardo showing up with Amber.
This was a one- time thing for Summer.
She only dared to indulge in heavy drinking in Golden Cauldron Club.
Even if Leonardo didn't care about her, Carl would help her for Jessica's sake.
Leonardo was as inflexible as ever. Was he really bored with her?
He was rational and collected. Despite the fact that Summer pissed him off, he wouldn't have asked her
to leave if he had wanted to continue this relationship.
He chased her out, which meant he had long intended to end things with her.
"No need to thank me. If you insist, you should...." Carl hesitated for a moment. Thinking of what
Leonardo had said on the phone yesterday, he changed the topic, "You shouldn't drink that much
again. Leo ... Jessica will be worried...."
“Thank you. | Know." Then she said "goodbye" and hung up the phone to stop his jibber jabber.
She was not a drunkard, and she had come here to drown her sorrow on a whim, as she had been
deeply upset about Leonardo showing up with Amber.
This was a one- time thing for Summer.
She only dared to indulge in heavy drinking in Golden Cauldron Club.
Even if Leonardo didn't care about her, Carl would help her for Jessica's sake.
Leonardo was as inflexible as ever. Was he really bored with her?
He was rational and collected. Despite the fact that Summer pissed him off, he wouldn't have asked her
to leave if he had wanted to continue this relationship.
He chased her out, which meant he had long intended to end things with her.
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