Summer didn't sleep well all night, as she had some strange dreams, and felt tired all the time.
When she tried to wake up, she couldn't open her eyes. It was as if she had fallen into a quagmire. She
could not pull herself out or get up, sinking deeper and deeper. Every breath was extremely difficult.
When she woke up, Summer felt exhausted, as if she had run a marathon. Her body seemed to have
been hollowed out.
Clueless, Summer rubbed her temples and shook her head to clear her mind. Then she sat up.
It was pitch black outside the window. Summer was confused. Why was it dark outside? Had she slept
all day? Or hadn't the day broken yet?
The wheelchair was by the bed. Summer climbed into the wheelchair with her hands supporting her
body. By the time she got into the wheelchair, she was so tired that she couldn't even breathe.
She took a few deep breaths before wheeling herself out. The corridor was brightly lit and empty.
She took the elevator downstairs. There was no one in the living room either, but she heard noise from
the courtyard.
Summer moved slowly towards the door in the wheelchair.
The door was ajar.
Several men were standing outside, and another man was lying on the ground.
"Mr. Lester says hello."
"What happened? Weren't you formidable before?"
"Why are you looking at me like that? You want to hit me?"
One of them pulled up the man lying on the ground and kicked him fiercely. Only then did Summer see
the face of the person who had been kicked.
It was Stanley!
Summer observed the situation for a while at the door. After adapting to the dim light, she finally saw
that Stanley was covered in blood, dying.
"Ms. Summer." A woman's voice suddenly came from behind her.
Summer turned around and saw a maid walking towards her.
Nonchalantly, the maid glanced outside the door and asked, "Ms. Summer, are you hungry?"
It seemed that the maid had no intention of pushing her back.
Summer looked out again. Those people were still beating Stanley.
Stanley had been seriously injured before, but he had been bandaged. But now, there was no bandage
on his body, and he was under attack.
Summer pressed her lips and said, “he will die."
"This is what he deserves. Mr. Lester has been so good to him, but he betrayed Mr. Lester." The maid's
tone was icy cold.
Hearing this, Summer shook her head. Lester was good to Stanley? Since when?
Was grooming Stanley into an unscrupulous asshole for his own good? That was nonsense.
"Did Lester order them to beat Stanley up?" Summer turned to gaze at Stanley.
He was motionless now. If it wasn't for the heaving of his chest, Summer would have thought that
Stanley was dead.
"Mr. Lester has tolerated him long enough. He says that there is no need to be soft-hearted or lenient in
dealing with people who are greedy and have no respect."
Although the maid was talking about Stanley, when she spoke, she was looking at Summer.
What was this? A warning? These words were actually directed to Summer.
Lester was warning her not to go too far and that he had limits.
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