CHAPTER 210: CHAPTER 210: ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?

Summer Monroe paused and asked, "Do you remember what he looks like? What does he do? How did he know my mother?"

Adam Dixon asked, puzzled, "Why are you so eager to know about your mother’s past lover?"

Summer hesitated for a moment and said, "He might be related to my mother’s death."

"What?!" Adam was shocked for a moment, then fell silent.

About a few minutes later, Adam finally spoke again, "I only know that they met at Crestfall University. Maybe he’s still at Crestfall University now, you can go look for him. But beyond that, I don’t know much. He was very mysterious, and...seemed very powerful. But he was not very polite, I didn’t like him much, so I didn’t have much contact with him. As for his appearance...sorry, it’s been too long, I really can’t remember the details. I only remember that he was very handsome...if he appeared before me, I would surely recognize him."

Summer Monroe bowed gratefully to Adam Dixon, "Thank you, Chairman Dixon, you’ve been a great help to me!"

Though she still knows nothing about the man, clues are always a good thing.

Adam waved his hand, "It’s nothing, I’m more sorry that I don’t remember more. But if I recall his appearance, I will let you know then."

"Good! Here’s my contact info." Summer quickly handed over her phone.

The two exchanged contact info and waved goodbye.

After watching Adam leave, Damian Knight spoke, "Coincidentally, Henry Stanton wants you to study, so go to Crestfall University and look around. Since that person knew your mother at Crestfall University, maybe he’s still there now. I’ll arrange for you, and meanwhile, you can also search for your childhood memories with your mother at Crestfall University."

"Alright!" Summer nodded vigorously, "Tha..."

Damian made a silencing gesture, reminding her, "Forgot what you should say to me again?"

Summer’s face turned awkward as she glared at Damian.

"Damian Knight, are you a bit slow?"

"Maybe." Damian shrugged and said, "Either say what I asked you to say, or don’t say thank you, there are not so many etiquette rules. Still so distant, treating us as strangers?"

Summer choked inwardly; she just instinctively wanted to thank him, not intentionally.

"Let’s go." Damian beckoned her, "I’ll drive you to Coralie Hughes’s party, then I’ll deal with other matters first."

Summer instinctively said, "Then I won’t hold you up, you go ahead, I’ll go by myself."

She had just taken a step when a hand suddenly lifted her around the waist.

"Ah—" Summer exclaimed, and before she knew it, Damian had carried her into the car.

She felt a whirlwind, and when her sight steadied, she was already sitting inside the car.

Once seated, Summer reflexively cursed, "Damian Knight! Are you mad?"

Damian raised an eyebrow, "Maybe."

Otherwise, why would he be so peculiar? Wanting to talk to Summer whenever he sees her? Wanting to talk to her even more when he doesn’t see her?

If this isn’t madness, what is?

"You..." Summer choked again.

She found that Damian didn’t talk much normally, yet when he wanted to be glib, he was very good at it.

Summer didn’t want to argue with Damian, after all, his invitation to The Elite Society truly helped her a lot.

After the two got into the car heading to Coralie Hughes’s house, Damian suddenly spoke, "Do you know who the Irving you referred to is?"