CHAPTER 20: CHAPTER 20: TODAY’S THE DAY!

Recalling all that happened in her past life, and the vicious look of that bastard who cut her face with a knife just before her death, Summer Shawcross couldn’t help but clench her teeth.

This time, she wouldn’t let them succeed, nor would she let them continue to live freely!

"Madam, are you feeling unwell? Do you need to go to the hospital?" The driver, who was driving, accidentally caught a glimpse of Summer Shawcross’s expression in the rearview mirror and was startled.

"I’m fine, just a bit stuffy." Summer regained her composure, shook her head, and opened the car window a little.

At this moment, Melanie Trueman’s song had already finished playing, and another song by a male superstar was starting to play.

The moment the familiar melody sounded, Summer paused, and then regretfully sighed, expressing her sentiments.

"It’s such a pity, the song is so well composed, yet he left so early."

This singer, known in the industry as a genius composer, passed away at the age of twenty-five. In her view, this singer was extremely talented, producing high-quality songs every year, and she had always liked his style.

Unfortunately, he was unlucky, dying so young because he got drunk and drowned in the river.

"Madam, are you talking about Zeke Sawyer?" Hearing Summer’s words, the driver was taken aback, thinking he had misheard.

"Oh right, I almost forgot his name, it’s Zeke Sawyer..." With the driver’s reminder, Summer remembered his name. Because he died too early and so much happened afterward, Summer could barely recall the name of that male singer, only remembering how popular he was and how great his songs sounded back then.

"Are you saying that Zeke Sawyer passed away?" Hearing her say this, the driver was a bit confused and asked again uncertainly.

"Yes... didn’t he drown?" Summer nodded.

"That can’t be right, my daughter quite likes him, and she just went to his concert a couple of days ago. If something had indeed happened to him, my daughter would be devastated," the driver said incredulously. "It must be those unscrupulous reporters writing nonsense again. My daughter will be upset if she sees it."

The driver’s words reminded Summer, startling her. Zeke Sawyer wasn’t dead yet?

Could she have remembered the wrong time?

But she distinctly remembered that it was this year that something happened to Zeke Sawyer, only she couldn’t recall the exact time, only that the news reported it as being on his birthday.

Thinking of this, Summer hurriedly searched her pockets for her phone, opened the browser, and started checking Zeke Sawyer’s personal information.

Seeing the information under his birthday, Summer gasped.

Zeke Sawyer’s birthday is today!

That means tonight, something’s going to happen to him...

Summer looked at her phone, her feelings suddenly becoming complex.

"Madam, we’ve arrived." At this time, the driver’s voice came from the front seat.

Summer returned to her senses, glanced at the tall building outside the window, then put away her phone, picked up the insulated lunch box, and pushed open the car door.

"By the way, make sure to keep an eye on your daughter these days..." Just before getting out of the car, Summer suddenly remembered something and turned to remind the driver.

She remembered that after the news of Zeke Sawyer’s drowning spread that year, in the following half month, several fans were so devastated that they followed in his footsteps... It was quite a sensation at the time.