Trevin took Summer to the gate of the neighborhood and waved at her from the roadside. His tone
sounded a little awkward, "Go back and have a good rest."
Summer looked at him curiously, "You should go back."
Trevin shrugged his shoulders and stood there firmly. It seemed that he wouldn't go back until she got
in her car.
Summer ignored him and hopped into her car, then drove away.
Through the rear-view mirror, she saw Trevin had already walked back towards the neighborhood.
At that moment, her phone rang, and it was a new message.
Summer slowed down and took the time to glance at it. It turned out to be a new e-mail.
Yesterday, Bruce said he would get her Amber's schedule this week in the morning. So it was very
likely an e-mail from him.
Summer didn't check on it immediately, but put it back. Yet the moment she put her phone back, it rang
again. This time, it was a call.
Summer glanced at her phone, and it was Eliza. She didn't answer it, so Eliza kept calling.
Summer couldn't understand why she was in such a hurry. She could only slow down again, and then
picked up the call.
Some noises came from Eliza's end. It seemed that she was outside.
Summer asked her, "Are you shopping outside?"
Eliza seemed to have moved a little as the noise in the background was lower. Perhaps she just found
a corner where no one was there. Then she said, "I have a piece of good news to share with you."
"What is it?" Summer thought for a moment, but she really couldn't think of what "good news" that
would be.
Eliza's TV series had been on air for a while and was quite a hit, but it wasn't something strange or
rare.
"Just now, Amber fell down the stairs in a wedding dress shop and was taken away by an ambulance.
It is said that she broke her leg. Lol..." Eliza finished her words mysteriously and then broke into
laughter. Obviously, she was gloating.
"Amber broke her leg?" Summer asked doubtfully.
"That's right! I just went in when she fell down the stairs! I wanted to laugh, but there were so many
people and I had to hold back ..." Eliza said excitedly.
Summer pulled over and asked, "How did she fall?"
Eliza said, "I don't know. There were a lot of people coming to buy wedding dresses. Both upstairs and
downstairs were filled with people. Who knows whether she fell down or someone pushed her..."
Summer was slightly distracted. She hadn't even made her move, but now Amber had broken her leg
first. Wasn't that too coincidental?
With doubts in her mind, Summer quickly ended her conversation with Eliza and hurriedly drove back.
When she returned to the neighborhood, she knocked on Bruce's door as soon as she went upstairs.
Summer knocked several times in a row, but no one answered the door. Could it be that he was not at
home?
After waiting for a while, Summer confirmed that there was no one inside and she went back home.
Earlier, Bruce had sent her Amber's schedule this week. Summer checked and found that it was a
detailed record of Amber's schedule this week, even including specific timeline.
10 a.m., Monday, a party at some club; 3 p.m., Wednesday, an appointment with....
Even though Summer had already known about Bruce's capability, when she saw this detailed
schedule, she realized what kind of bodyguard she had hired.
Trying on wedding dress this morning was also recorded.
Summer skimmed through the record and put her phone aside. After thinking for a while, she opened
the door and went out to see if Bruce had returned. His door was still closed, and he hadn't come back
yet.
Just as Summer was about to close the door, she heard the elevator stop at this floor. Her hand paused
and she stuck out her head to look at the elevator.
The next moment, Bruce's figure appeared.
"Bruce!" Seeing that it was him, Summer called out his name and strode towards him.
Bruce came out of the elevator and just stood there, waiting for her.
As she approached, he asked, "You are waiting for me?"
"Yes." Summer nodded and said, "I have received what you sent me. It is very detailed."
As she spoke, she also sized up Bruce quietly.
He wore a shirt today, which was really rare, and it was a pure gray one. He looked fairly gloomy today.
"Do you know Amber has had an accident?" After sizing him up, she turned her gaze back to his face.
"I know." Bruce paused for a moment before he added, "I did it. It's nothing,"
Originally, Summer was thinking about how to ask him, but Bruce just told her himself.
"You..." Summer hesitated when Bruce interrupted her. "You can pay me for it. If there's nothing else, I'll
go back first."
Summer looked at Bruce's back and was somewhat in a trance. Was it really nothing for him?
This was not the Bruce she knew. He was a man of strong principle, everything he did had a price tag,
and he would only mind his own business.
The Emerson Group.
Just as Leonardo started to sign the stack of papers, Tim opened the door and walked in with a paper
bag in his hand.
Leonardo heard the sound and looked up. Seeing that it was Tim, he didn't say anything and lowered
his head to continue dealing with the documents.
"Mr. Emerson," Tim walked over to him.
Leonardo only glanced at him and asked, "What's that? Don't mince your words."
After a pause, Tim finally handed the paper bag to Leonardo.
Leonardo's gaze had long since been retracted and landed on the documents on his desk. He asked,
"What is it?"
"A subpoena from the court." Tim carefully observed Leonardo's reaction when he said that.
Leonardo suddenly froze, as still as a movie that was hit on the pause button.
After a few seconds, Leonardo's deep voice slowly sounded, "You can put it here and leave."
Tim had already seen it and knew that it was the subpoena of Summer suing for Rosie's custody. And
of course, Leonardo was crystal clear about what it was, so Tim didn't need to explain anymore.
Leonardo had been somewhat absent-minded during the meetings these days. Tim guessed he was
probably waiting for this.
After Tim left, Leonardo slowly finished the documents in front of him and stretched his arms before
reaching for the subpoena.
He stared at the paper bag for a long while, then threw it to the side. He got up and took the cigarette
case and lighter on the table, then walked to the floor to ceiling window.
Leonardo lit a cigarette and looked out of the window, his gaze somewhat empty. His eyes slightly
flushed as the smoke he spat out wrapping around his face and dissipated.
Then he took a few long drags on his cigarette and was choked for that. Leonardo coughed violently.
He knitted his eyebrows. Just as he was about to put out the cigarette, his phone rang.
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