CHAPTER 19: CHAPTER 19: LET ME GO...

Summer pushed Damian Knight: "No matter what... let me go first, it wouldn’t be good if people see us."

But Damian Knight seemed not to hear her, only lowering his gaze and earnestly examining her eyes.

Those eyes were as clear and clean as a stream, yet as deep and unfathomable as the sea.

There was no fear or flattery in them, only confusion, as if she treated him like an ordinary person.

Like an ordinary person...

How long had it been since he was treated in such a way?

"Are you angry? Because I didn’t recognize you at the airport?"

Summer pouted: "I’m not angry."

Why would she be angry?

After receiving this answer, Damian Knight fell silent.

He couldn’t explain what he was feeling at the moment.

After a moment of contemplation, Damian Knight suddenly released her, took a step back, and asked: "Why did you come to Meridian? Are you following me? Because I haven’t given you an answer yet?"

"Following you? I don’t have that much free time... if I had time to follow you, I’d have done many things. Besides, do I need an answer from you for anything?"

Summer pouted, then suddenly remembered what Damian Knight had said at the end of the birthday party.

She widened her eyes, hugged herself with both arms, and asked: "You couldn’t still be thinking about my joke that day, could you?"

"I told you, hidden within a joke is the truth, I’m still considering, don’t rush."

"Ha?" Summer tilted her head playfully, saying: "I really want to knock open your skull and see if it’s filled with paste."

Damian Knight remained expressionless: "I should be saying that to you."

"What nonsense are you talking about..."

At that moment, Summer’s phone rang.

She answered the call; it was Henry Stanton’s voice: "Summer, where did you go? You’ve kept your sister waiting for so long!"

Wait? She hadn’t seen a trace of Clarissa.

Summer adopted a voice full of grievance: "It’s my first time flying... I’m a bit directionally challenged, sorry, Dad. Where are you? I’ll come to find you."

"Find the airport staff, we’re at the information desk."

"Got it, Dad, I’ll be right there." Summer hung up the phone, and her previously downtrodden demeanor vanished quickly after hanging up.

She waved her phone at Damian Knight: "My dad’s looking for me, I have to go. And once again, I was really joking! You don’t need to consider it!"

Saying this, Summer lifted her foot to leave.

However, she had only taken two steps when Damian Knight’s questioning voice came from behind: "What’s your relationship with your family?"

Summer didn’t understand his question, turned her head and said: "Family is just family."

Damian Knight said expressionlessly: "But I feel they don’t treat you as family."

"Why do you say that?"

"The assistant told me, after boarding, you were the only one not in first class."

"Oh, that..." Summer laughed: "My relationship with my family is a bit complicated. I got lost ten years ago and have just been found. Besides, first class or not, I don’t care."

Damian Knight opened his mouth, looking as if he wanted to say something but stopped, finally he handed over a gold-embossed business card: "If you need anything, you can call me. Or, use this card to find me at the Knight Group."

"No need..." Summer waved to refuse, but Damian Knight forcefully placed the card into her hand, then left the refreshment room without looking back.

Summer glanced at the gold-embossed business card, which read "President of the Knight Group."

Is this... showing off?

The company Summer opened abroad, though not as large as the Knight Group, was also quite well known.

She raised her hand to throw the card away, but then hesitated midway.

Just like Damian Knight said, what if she really needs his help?

After all, Crestfall was not her territory.

With this thought, Summer put the card in her pocket and walked out of the refreshment room.

When she arrived at the information desk, Henry Stanton was already looking close to anger, clearly impatient from waiting for her.

He immediately said: "Don’t cause your sister to be late for her ceremony, the consequences are more than you can bear!"

Beside him, Stella spoke gently: "It’s still early, it won’t delay the ceremony, I’m just worried Summer might get lost since she’s not familiar with the place. Summer, look at your sister, she waited for you until she cried at the exit."

Summer looked at Clarissa, and indeed saw her eyes red and glistening with tears, sobbing: "It’s okay... sister, you’re, you’re back."

Summer’s gaze moved downward, noticing the red pinch marks on Clarissa’s thigh under her skirt.

To make her get scolded by Henry, her sister really didn’t hold back on herself!

Clarissa felt Summer’s gaze and instinctively used her hand to cover her thigh.

Summer averted her gaze, acting as if she hadn’t noticed anything, and didn’t defend herself, but rather, with a self-reproachful look, said to Henry: "Sorry dad, for worrying you. From now on, I’ll sit with you to avoid this from happening again."

Only then did Henry remember that they had all moved up to first class while Summer sat alone in economy.

"Ahem..." he coughed lightly, feeling less angry, and changed his tone: "Forget it, let’s go, or we’ll really be late."

"Mm-hmm." Summer bowed her head obediently, seeming exceptionally docile and even offered to help Stella and the others with their luggage.

Henry’s anger soon dissipated.

But through this incident, he realized that his recently returned eldest daughter might indeed not be up to par.

Perhaps, he should still focus on Clarissa.

Soon Clarissa regained favor, and Henry booked the only suite at a hotel near the ceremony for her.

Clarissa was overjoyed in the room, saying to Stella: "Mom, wasn’t my plan good?"

But Stella’s expression didn’t improve much, frowning: "I told you not to act on your own behind my back!"

Seeing Stella a bit angry, Clarissa clung to her arm: "Mom, don’t be angry... wasn’t the result good?"

Stella remembered Henry arranging Summer in the cheapest room at the hotel, her expression softened, and she tapped Clarissa’s nose with her finger: "You little cunning girl, next time make sure to inform me first."

"Don’t worry, mom, and I don’t think Summer is as difficult to deal with as you say. See? She’s surely suffocating by now!"

However, Stella remained silent.

Anyone set up by Clarissa like that would surely complain, but Summer said nothing, admitted her mistake directly, and tried her best to please, which clearly indicated that—

Summer is someone who can keep a cool head.

The more one can keep calm, the scarier they can be when they strike back.

"Baby, listen to me." Stella said seriously: "I’ve thought it over, just behave and accept the award today without saying anything. We’ll wait until we know her better to find the right opportunity."

"Got it, mom." Clarissa obediently agreed, but didn’t take it seriously in her heart.