CHAPTER 52: CHAPTER 52: CHEATING MAN AND WOMAN

As expected, when the car reached the entrance of the manor, Stella Monroe did not go in with them. She only told the butler, "There’s an urgent matter at the company. Henry is too drunk to go, so I’ll go on his behalf. Please take good care of him."

"Yes, ma’am." The butler responded respectfully and helped Henry Stanton inside with the servants.

Summer Monroe watched as Stella hurriedly walked down the hill from the manor. She raised an eyebrow slightly, then picked up her phone and muttered to herself, "What? Go get the itinerary now? Alright... I’ll head to Knight Group now."

Summer pretended to finish a phone call and turned to the butler, saying, "I need to make a trip to Knight Group. I might be home late."

The butler quickly said, "Then, Miss, please take the house car."

Summer waved her hand in refusal, "No need, the company sent a car to pick me up, it would be impolite to refuse."

The butler nodded repeatedly, "Alright, take care. If you need a car to pick you up, just call home and I’ll send one to get you."

"Thank you, Uncle Butler. I’ll head down the hill now."

"Alright, be careful on the road."

Clarissa Stanton rolled her eyes at Summer’s back and muttered, "So what if she got the endorsement for Midnight Coffee House? What’s the big deal? Making such a loud call, afraid others wouldn’t know she has collaborations with Knight Group? Tsk!"

The butler listened to this, his eyes showing a complicated expression.

Of these two young ladies at home, from their words and actions, this second miss who grew up in luxury in Crestfall seems more like an uncouth shrew who came from the countryside.

In contrast, the eldest miss who actually came from the countryside seems more like a lady meticulously educated by a well-off family.

It just goes to show that upbringing is secondary. A person’s character is what truly determines who they can become.

Summer Monroe followed Stella all the way to the entrance of a villa district.

Finally, she watched Stella enter Villa 01 of Unit 1 in the villa district.

Stella was very cautious, turning to look back when opening the door. Fortunately, Summer reacted quickly and hid in the flower bed, avoiding detection.

"Bang—" With a sound, the door closed. Summer let out a breath and jumped out from the flower bed.

She placed a tracker on the villa and sent the location to her assistant, leaving a message: "Help me find out who owns this villa."

Just after she sent the information, a large hand suddenly pressed down on her shoulder.

Summer was startled, swiftly reacted by grabbing the hand in a hold, and directly pinned the person to the ground.

"Don’t, don’t fight..." said a stranger’s voice.

The man had a neat crew cut and reeked of strong alcohol.

A drunk trying to make a move?

Only this drunk was wearing clothes of very good quality, clearly expensive.

She frowned, hesitated for a moment, and then released her hold.

The man turned around, and Summer got a clear look at his face—a very handsome and rugged-looking man, towering at least two heads above her.

A sense of familiarity wrapped around her mind.

Had she met him before?

Just as Summer was about to ask who he was, the man excitedly exclaimed, "It’s you! It’s really you! I’ve finally found you! Miss San!"

"San" was Summer’s name abroad.

Summer cautiously denied, "You’ve got the wrong person."

As she spoke, she turned to leave.

But the man quickly stepped forward and blocked her path, excitedly saying, "I wouldn’t mistake you, it’s you, San! Or... Summer? Am I dreaming?"

Summer frowned tightly.

The man knew her name from abroad and also knew that San was Summer; she couldn’t deny it.

Summer simply asked, "Who are you? Do I know you?"

The man nodded and then shook his head, seemingly tipsy, his words somewhat disordered, "You know me, no, I’ve been looking for you. I, I... I really didn’t expect, I’ve actually found you. I... I didn’t expect..."

Summer saw that the man seemed on the verge of tears.

A man over six feet tall, with a handsome and rugged face, showing a look of wanting to cry—it was really bizarre...