CHAPTER 17: CHAPTER 17: SHE BECAME AN OUTSIDER

However, the expression on Summer Monroe’s face remained indifferent, as if she didn’t care at all.

In fact, she truly didn’t care.

The other members of the Stanton Family wanted to cling to the Knight Family, but she didn’t want to, and she didn’t need to.

So, whether or not Damian Knight remembered her was entirely irrelevant.

Clarissa Stanton saw that Summer Monroe had no reaction at all and sneered.

Pretending! Let Summer Monroe pretend! Her heart must already be bleeding.

Deserved!

Damian Knight would never be interested in a country bumpkin from the countryside!

It’s just that none of the four people noticed that Damian Knight was staring at Summer Monroe’s back for a long time, with a deep and unreadable light in his eyes.

It wasn’t until Summer Monroe boarded the plane that Damian Knight withdrew his gaze and chuckled with interest.

The assistant who saw Damian Knight smile was extremely shocked.

What was happening?

The usually stern and even icy Young Master Knight actually smiled??

And he was very sure that it wasn’t a sneer, but a genuine smile from the heart.

How long had it been since he saw Damian Knight smile like that?

While the assistant was still in shock, Damian Knight suddenly asked him, "Don’t you think she’s completely different from her family?"

"She" referred to which of the four people?

The assistant had been with Damian Knight for a few years, so naturally, he wouldn’t ask directly. He thought it over in his mind and felt that only Summer Monroe’s outfit differed from the other three.

He hesitated and said, "Indeed different, the other three are wearing branded clothes, but that young lady... what she’s wearing doesn’t seem to be a brand, like something you’d just casually buy by the roadside."

However—

Damian Knight shook his head.

The assistant, seeing Damian Knight shaking his head, was in shock, thinking he had guessed wrong, and maybe Damian Knight wasn’t talking about that girl?

Just as the assistant was in a panic, Damian Knight said in a deep voice, "I’m not talking about her clothing."

The assistant breathed a sigh of relief, knowing he hadn’t guessed the wrong person.

He asked, puzzled, "If it’s not her clothing, then what is it?"

Damian Knight’s face returned to being cold: "Nothing, continue."

The assistant didn’t dare to ask more and continued with the report.

On the plane.

The four of them sat in the same row, and after Henry Stanton sat down, he didn’t show Summer Monroe any kindness, constantly directing her to store luggage, arrange coats, get the charger...

In the eyes of outsiders, she looked like a nanny for their family of three.

However, after doing a lot of tasks, Summer Monroe didn’t complain and continued to diligently do her chores.

In the end, it was Henry Stanton who couldn’t hold it in anymore and said, "That’s enough, come over here."

Summer Monroe sat beside Henry Stanton, who immediately asked, "Didn’t you say you helped Young Master Knight before? Why doesn’t he remember you at all?"

Summer Monroe shook her head: "I just helped Young Master Knight with a small favor; it’s normal for him not to remember me."

"But you should..." Henry Stanton hesitated, seeing Summer Monroe’s blank expression, and thought that being too naive wasn’t a good thing either.

If it were Clarissa Stanton, she would have already understood his meaning and gotten closer to Damian Knight.

He sighed with resignation and said, "Forget it, we’ll talk about it later. There’s still a lot you need to learn in the future!"

"Yes." Summer Monroe nodded obediently, looking as if she didn’t know what she had done wrong.

Just then, a flight attendant came over and said, "Mr. Stanton, due to your travel mileage, we can offer you and your family a free upgrade to first class."

This time, Henry Stanton chose economy class not only because he was stingy but also because he knew they could get a free upgrade.

Henry Stanton stood up with a smile and said, "Thank you, would you please lead us there?"

Clarissa Stanton and Stella Monroe immediately stood up to follow.

The flight attendant’s eyes fell on Summer Monroe, who was the last to stand up, and said apologetically, "I’m sorry, but there are only three free upgrade spots available, so..."

"Three?" Henry Stanton was at a loss—should he give the first-class seat to Clarissa Stanton or Summer Monroe?

Stella Monroe noticed Henry Stanton’s hesitation and said, "You’ve probably noticed that Summer Monroe isn’t that sharp, and she can’t really help. Besides, this is for Clarissa’s award ceremony, so why not give the seat to Clarissa?"

Henry Stanton pondered for a moment and agreed.

He explained to Summer Monroe, "There are only three seats available, so I’m really sorry, but we’ll meet as soon as we get off the plane, it’ll be the same."

Summer Monroe gave Henry Stanton a deep look.

It would be a lie to say she wasn’t disappointed, but she couldn’t show it and let Stella Monroe and Clarissa Stanton feel triumphant.

Summer Monroe forced a smile and said, "It’s fine."

"I’m sorry for the inconvenience." Stanton said, as he led Stella Monroe and Clarissa Stanton to get up and head to first class.

Clarissa Stanton seized the moment to lag behind, lowered her voice, and said to Summer Monroe, "Sister, it looks like Dad loves me more, so you have to work hard in the future! I’m going to first class, you have a good rest in economy class. First class isn’t a big deal, just bigger seats and better service, don’t be sad."

Summer Monroe looked at Clarissa Stanton with eyes resembling a bouncing grasshopper.

She smiled, her eyes arching as she said, "Sister, you should hurry, if you dawdle any longer, what if Dad changes his mind and lets me go instead?"

Clarissa Stanton, seeing Summer Monroe’s eyes that were brighter than stars, felt a little uneasy.

She didn’t dare waste any time and quickly grabbed her handbag and headed to first class, afraid the seat would be snatched by Summer Monroe.

The three of them entered first class, comfortably seated, and Clarissa Stanton even ordered a free glass of red wine.

...

In the economy class.

As soon as Henry Stanton and the others left, Summer Monroe closed her eyes.

She was human; she also felt sad, but she couldn’t show her sadness, nor could she show any vulnerability.

She had to deceive herself.

But her peace was soon disrupted.

"Excuse me... Miss, are you alone? May I sit next to you?"

An elegant-looking man looked at her with amazement and seemed to inquire politely, but in reality, his throat rolled—he was swallowing.

Summer Monroe coolly said, "It’s inconvenient, my family will be back soon."

The man left in regret; such a woman was indeed beyond his reach.

He wondered what kind of man could conquer such a perfect woman.

Not long after the man left, someone else approached: "Miss..."

Feeling a bit annoyed, Summer Monroe looked up, and in an instant, she was stunned to see who had come.

Wasn’t this the staff member who was reporting to Damian Knight at the airport?

The person introduced himself: "I’m Young Master Knight’s assistant, and Young Master Knight invites you to his private jet. I’ve already spoken with the attendants, please come with me now."

Summer Monroe hesitated for a moment, then quickly nodded.

There were too many people on the plane, and someone had just tried to hit on her; she didn’t want to be disturbed.

"Okay."

"Then I’ll take you over now." The man said, making a gesture of invitation.

To get off the plane, one needs to pass through first class.

As Summer Monroe walked by, Clarissa Stanton was the first to notice.