CHAPTER 42: CHAPTER 42: THE GOOD DAYS WON’T LAST MUCH LONGER

Summer knew the reason, she was afraid of being pointed out for stealing the business card.

Henry Stanton glanced at Clarissa Stanton, who only had two sips of porridge, and asked Stella Monroe, "Where is she rushing off to this morning?"

Stella Monroe beamed and said, "Do you know Simon Sutton, the director?"

Henry Stanton nodded, "Of course."

Stella Monroe continued, "Director Sutton is casting for a new film today, Clarissa got an audition opportunity."

Clarissa Stanton had been telling people that the role was already hers, but in fact, she only got an audition, a chance secretly bought by Stella Monroe.

Henry Stanton didn’t know these details, and he joyfully said, "Great, such good news! Both daughters are doing well, as a father, I’m delighted. Let’s have a family dinner tonight. Sadie hasn’t had a proper welcome back yet."

Hearing Summer’s nickname, Stella Monroe felt a bit displeased.

When she named Clarissa Stanton, it was actually because Summer’s nickname was Sadie, so she chose a similar-sounding character.

Back then, she wanted to take everything from her sister Luna Monroe, but now it just felt particularly grating.

She managed a smile and said, "Sure. It’s just that Clarissa feels very confident, today is indeed a good day, let’s have a nice family dinner tonight!"

"Of course." Henry Stanton gestured for Summer to sit down, "Sadie, quickly finish your breakfast, we need to leave soon."

"Okay, Dad." Summer glanced towards where Clarissa Stanton had left, roughly guessing why Clarissa was so confident.

She had heard of the famous Director Simon Sutton, whose movies were grand and required superb acting skills to master.

Even if Clarissa Stanton got the opportunity, it depended on whether she had the ability to seize it.

She casually withdrew her gaze and quietly continued her breakfast.

Stella Monroe unintentionally glanced upwards, seeing the morning light gently cast on Summer’s face, her delicate features looked like they were dusted with gold, as beautiful as a masterpiece painting.

Her profile resembled the late Luna Monroe greatly.

Stella Monroe’s hand gripping the chopsticks tightened involuntarily.

The people she sent out to investigate would be back today, and she would soon know the true face of this little brat!

Just wait for it!

Her good days were numbered!

After being fussed over for two hours, Summer finally stepped out of the changing room.

She wore a form-fitting red qipao, with a slit reaching mid-thigh, revealing her perfectly shaped legs.

Her hair was styled into two bun twists, making her look like a delicate Chinese doll, yet also a national enchantress, attracting all attention.

Summer could see that Henry Stanton had spent a significant amount on this look, the qipao alone was quite valuable, not to mention the pair of handmade embroidered shoes she wore.

As soon as she stepped out, the foreign stylist gasped, then clapped vigorously, "Perfect! Unbelievable!"

Henry Stanton was also taken aback upon seeing Summer, as he saw the shadow of his distant ex-wife in her.

Once, he deeply admired Luna Monroe, but later he grew to hate her... because Luna Monroe was too outstanding and clever, overwhelming him with her aura. Every time he saw Luna Monroe, he was reminded of his status as a live-in son-in-law of the Monroe Family.

Will Summer also become someone like Luna Monroe?

Henry Stanton pinched the web between his thumb and index finger, forcing himself to stop thinking.

He walked over to Summer, smiling as he said, "This look suits you, you should wear qipao more often."