"You're fucking crazy!"
"Damn it! It almost hit me!"
"Are you all right?"
Curses came from below.
Summer continued to look for something in the room that she could throw off. As she threw something
down, she pretended to be crazy and laughed loudly.
Soon, a series of footsteps sounded from outside the corridor. There were quite a few people who
came in a hurry.
It seemed like it did work. Summer pretended not to hear that. She continued to look around the room
for something to throw out through the window.
There were always unlucky people who were patrolling downstairs and got hit.
No one dared to patrol now. They were all standing not far from her room, staring at her window.
When Lester pushed the door open and entered, Summer was dragging the quilt and about to throw it
out of the window.
It was as if she did not see others coming. She was mumbling and no one could hear what she was
saying.
Muttering to herself for a while, she laughed out loud. Almost half of the items in the room were thrown
out by Summer. The room was in a total mess.
Lester frowned tightly as he turned around to shout at the maids and bodyguards behind him, "What
are you waiting for? Stop her!"
Actually, the maids and bodyguards were waiting for Lester's orders. Upon hearing what Lester said,
they rushed forward altogether.
Summer was still a patient, and the maids here were well trained. They restrained Summer in just a few
seconds. However, Summer was "mad", so she had to act more true to life.
She was also a scriptwriter, so it wasn't difficult for her to do this.
Although Summer was restrained by the maids, she still struggled with all her might. She tilted her
head to bite a maid's hand on her shoulder, and her hair was also in her mouth.
She was biting and struggling.
"Don't hurt her." Lester's expression was extremely terrible, but he was still worried about Summer's
safety.
Even if Summer was crazy, she was still his experimental object. His experiment was not over yet, and
Summer was still useful. Therefore, Summer must remain safe and sound when she was still useful.
No matter how hard Summer struggled, she could not get rid of the maids. Then she cried out.
As she cried, she shouted at Lester, "Dad, save me!"
The maids and bodyguards who were holding her looked at each other after hearing this.
Lester’s expression turned peculiar.
Summer cried even louder, and was wailing miserably like a child.
One of the maids couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Lester...."
Lester frowned. He stared at Summer suspiciously for a moment, and then walked towards her.
When Summer saw him approach, her cries gradually subsided. She was like a child who had suffered
grievances and finally saw her families. She pouted and said, "Daddy. Oh no dad...."
Lester narrowed his eyes and waved his hand to signal the maids who were holding Summer to let her
go.
The moment the maids and the bodyguards let go, Summer sat on her wheelchair and pounced on
Lester.
Lester was a man of high vigilance. When Summer came towards him, he retreated slightly and put his
hands on Summer's shoulder to stop her.
Seeing this, Summer pouted and began to cry again.
Lester was always aloof and mighty, and there were countless foster sons and daughters around him.
He had never seen someone like Summer, who cried so miserably.
If it weren't for that Summer was still useful, he would have thrown her out.
He stiffened. Just as he was about to withdraw his hands, Summer grabbed his sleeve and wiped her
nose on it.
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