Summer believed that Tim did not lie. She thought for a moment and said, "Open it and see what's
inside."
"I'll have the security guards come up and open it." Suddenly, Tim stopped. He was so serious that it
was as if what Summer was about to open was not a package, but an explosive.
"It's okay." Summer rejected Tim's proposal.
"But, President Summer..." Tim still wanted to say something, but Summer no longer intended to listen
to him. She circled around Tim and took the lead back to the office.
Summer walked to her desk, picked up the package and weighed it for a moment. Then she bent down
to look for the knife and opened it.
The package was tightly wrapped, with layers of wrapping paper.
Tim frowned as he watched Summer unwrap the package. He still couldn't help but say, "I'll do it."
"It's okay." Summer did not raise her head.
She opened it to the last layer, revealing a small, exquisite box.
This small box looked very familiar to Summer. It was precisely the box of the pen that Leonardo had
treasured so badly back then. He even locked it in the safe.
Summer suddenly became excited and quickly opened the box. Indeed, there was the pen inside. It
was so old that even the manufacturer's logo could not be seen.
Beneath the pen was a small piece of paper with an address. Summer felt familiar, but she did not
remember.
Tim noticed the change from Summer's expression and his gaze fell on the pen in her hand.
That pen.... Tim also knew it.
Tim said happily, "It's Mr. Emerson!"
Summer thought of something and closed the pen box. She rushed out of the office with the box in her
hand.
She left the Emerson Group and looked around for Leonardo. However, all she could see were
passers-by. Leonardo was nowhere to be seen.
Tim understood what Summer thought. When he saw Summer running out, he followed closely behind
her. He asked the security guards to check if there were any suspicious people in the surroundings.
After searching for a while, there was no trace of Leonardo.
Summer stood by the roadside. She looked a little disappointed.
Tim walked over and whispered, "They found nothing."
"They can't find him." Summer breathed a sigh of relief and said softly, "Leonardo just sent this over to
report his safety. If he was willing to see us, he would appear in the office instead of putting down his
pen and leaving in secret. He..."
Summer thought of the address Leonardo had left behind in the box. Did Leonardo ask her to look for
him according to the address? Was there anything special about that address?
Returning to her office, Summer took out the note with the address and looked at it.
She found a few inconspicuous letters and numbers in the lower right corner: 6PM.
PM? Afternoon? 6:00 p.m.?
Was it six o'clock this afternoon or six o'clock tomorrow afternoon? Or the day after tomorrow?
It was still a busy day. The closer it was to six o'clock in the afternoon, the more panicked Summer
was.
During the meeting, she was absent-minded several times.
"President Summer, are you okay?" Tim took the time to ask her.
Summer showed the note in the pen box to Tim. Tim also recognized that it was Leonardo's
handwriting.
"I want to go there after work." Summer said calmly.
"Then shall I send you there?" Tim asked.
"Alright."
After work, Summer went to the address written on the note with Tim.
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