Leonardo glanced at the door before reclining in the chair. His cold look faded, but his eyebrows were
knitted, laced with annoyance.
A problem? Leonardo sneered at himself and looked down, opening a drawer.
There was only a framed picture of Summer, which used to be on his desk.
He caressed it and muttered, "I don't have any."
After Summer and her group arrived at the hotel and put down their luggage, they held a meeting and
made detailed arrangements for the next few days.
The shooting began in three days.
Eliza was a bit superstitious. Every time before it started, she would ask a soothsayer to tell its fortune,
which was said to be costly. Summer didn't believe in that stuff but respected Eliza's good intentions.
At the end of the meeting, it was six o'clock in the evening, which was time for dinner.
The support staff ordered a seafood buffet, and everyone was heading to the restaurant.
One must try seafood in a seaside city. It was a fancy restaurant. Although it was a buffet, it was
expensive.
Amber had been holding grudges against Eliza for being left alone in the dining room, so she did not
show up this afternoon.
After all, she was a sinecure here, so she would rather not attend a formal meeting. But she was asked
to the buffet before the crew headed out.
"I'm not going. I am having dinner with a friend," Amber replied.
Eliza was glad she wouldn't come.
"Does she think she is still a college girl? What is that about? I feel so sick." Eliza and Summer walked
together to the front door of the hotel, mocking Amber along the way.
Summer did not enjoy speaking ill of people behind their backs. She knew Eliza, so she didn't find her
annoying.
The restaurant was not far from the hotel, so the crew walked over.
Summer sauntered holding her purse, in the company of Eliza's trash talk.
When crossing the road, Summer turned to look at her and asked, "Do you dare to say this to Amber's
face?"
Eliza stopped rambling and answered dispiritedly, "No."
"Her boyfriend is our patron. It appears Leonardo treats her well. I don't have the guts to fall out with
her!" That had been bugging Eliza. If it hadn't been for Leonardo, she wouldn't have been afraid of
Amber.
Even if Amber's father was an important politician, who had friends in high places, things were far more
intricate than the bad blood between two women.
Everyone enjoyed the dinner without Amber. Apart from a small accident where Bowen almost got
recognized, it was peachy.
In the next few days, the crew got busy. The day before the shooting, they held another meeting.
It was almost midnight when they returned to their rooms.
Just as Summer was about to take a shower before turning in, she received a phone call from Eliza.
"Summer, let's go out for supper."
"It is 12:00 already. You want to have supper? Didn't you say you wanted to lose weight?" It was weird
Eliza asked her out for supper at this hour.
"You know, we will be crazy busy when the shooting begins. We've been here for three days, but I
haven't got to speak to my boyfriend..." Eliza's boyfriend was Bowen.
"Are you using me to have a date with him?" Eliza was afraid they would get photographed by
paparazzi, so she was asking Summer to cover for them. Even if they did get caught, Eliza could say
the three of them were only friends.
"We are friends, please," Eliza pleaded her in a funny tone.
Eliza was nice to Summer, and Bowen was a good man, so Summer had no reason to refuse her.
"Alright, wait for me to change."
Eliza was glad she agreed and said, "Yes! I am coming to get you!"
As soon as Summer was ready, the doorbell rang.
Summer smoothed her hair and opened the door with her purse in her hand. Eliza was outside the
door.
"Let's go!" Eliza was wearing a beautiful dress, with delicate makeup.
Summer looked down at her trousers and realized women did pay more attention to their look in love.
Eliza held her arm as they walked out of the building. "What do you have in mind?"
Summer was not used to the intimacy with Eliza and tried to pull her arm out, saying, "Your call."
Eliza did not let her go but tightened her grip. She even suggested with a smile, "How about hotpot?"
"Shouldn't you ask what Bowen wants?" Summer had to let Eliza hold her like this.
Eliza smiled sweetly, "He isn't picky. You decide."
Summer couldn't help but glance at her. After all, Eliza was rarely this meek.
When they left the elevator, they met some crew members who had just done shopping in the lobby.
"Eliza, going out?"
Eliza smiled, "I am having supper with our screenwriter. Want to come?" She was lying through her
teeth.
Noticing Eliza and Summer were close and expecting their fun time, they said thoughtfully, "No, we're
not hungry yet." Besides, Eliza wasn't sincerely asking them to go.
After leaving the hotel, Summer asked Eliza, "Where is he?"
"We are taking a taxi to a food plaza." Eliza hailed a cab and signaled Summer to get in.
When they arrived at the food plaza, they saw Bowen.
Bowen was tall and eye-catching. There was a unique aura about him.
They walked to him. Bowen glanced at Eliza first and then Summer before asking, "Hotpot, is it?"
Bowen was so polite, so Summer agreed, "Alright."
They entered a hotpot restaurant nearby.
Although Summer was also a celebrity who became a trending topic frequently, not everyone had that
much free time to sniff around other people's lives. Therefore, they weren't recognized here.
However, they looked different from most people, so they drew a lot of attention.
Summer picked up the clues and suggested, "Let's go to a private room."
They found one, and Eliza sat beside Bowen. Whispering to each other, they seemed close but did not
act too intimately.
Summer sat opposite them and quietly stirred the sauce. She began to regret agreeing to Eliza's
request. She felt like a third wheel now.
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