Summer studied Lynn’s expression as she spoke. When she mentioned the Black Card, she saw a guilty conscience on Lynn’s face.
Now that he only felt that? But it was too late.
It did not look like Summer was faking her fear. Lynn found himself in a difficult situation. “Can’t you just don’t tell him about the Black Card for the moment?”
She sneered secretly; Lynn was still unwilling to surrender the Black Card even though things had come to this. While she was thinking, she made herself look even fearful. Without Lynn noticing it, she pinched herself on her thigh, her eyes welled up because of the pain. She squeezed harder and tears started to flow. And she wept.
“The Black Card, I only loaned it from Leonardo and I was supposed to return it to him. Even if I don’t mention it, he will find out soon…” As if something horrible struck her, her weeping turned into sobbing. “You have no idea how terrible he is. He is a devil. He is going to kill me…”
She nearly lost it for real. Now she only realized how healthy her lacrimal gland was. Perhaps she should consider acting as her next career.
Lynn already had enough on his plate. He was being nice to her earlier only because he needed a favor from her. Now, seeing her crying unstoppably, it annoyed him.
“Stop crying!” He shouted at her, losing his patience.
Her crying ceased as if somebody had turned off the tap, followed by a belch.
Lynn looked at her in disdain. A moron was still a moron, even if she had become pretty. He thought Leonardo had been spellbound, willingly giving the Black Card to her. But it turned out she just borrowed it from him.
She abhorred this kind of Summer. She could not help it; she was just too deep into the acting.
Lynn seemed to have made a decision. “What if I can recover the Black Card?”
“You will recover it?” But then the surprise on her face disappeared. “No way we can get it back. I don’t even remember the looks of the two kidnappers…”
Lynn quietly observed her, making sure she knew nothing about the truth of Karen’s kidnapping. He then said with a frown, “I will think of a way.”
…
Out of Lynn’s office, Summer went into the washroom to wash her face. Her face would have looked like a clown now had she put on makeup. After getting her face washed, she saw her eyes and nose still red. She must have been too deep into the acting.
Back in her cubicle, her colleague saw her condition and was concerned. “Summer, are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” She shook her head.
The colleague said no more. Just then, another colleague of hers, who had seen Lynn’s secretary talking to Summer, whispered, “She has just seen the president.”
“What was it about?”
“I don’t know. Probably about the factory incident. Isn’t she married to Leonardo? Maybe the president would like to make use of this relationship…”
Summer was listening in, thinking people in the Project Department were really switched-on. She was amazed that they had guessed it correctly. They continued to mutter something, but she could not make out the entire thing, just something like “That’s too much… how could the president do that…” She wondered what they were speculating; it sounded as if they were bad-mouthing Lynn.
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Tip Top Entertainment.
“Leonardo, are we going to have lunch delivery from Golden Cauldron again?” If there was anything that Carl was enthused about, it had to be food.
“No.” Leonardo answered without looking up.
“Where are you going?”
Leonardo ignored his question.
Carl rolled his eyes at him. This guy was so cold, nearly inhumane. If not for their friendship of these many years, he would have given him the good news.
Finishing his job at hand, Leonardo looked up and saw Carl’s expression. “Feeling like beating me up?”
Carl’s eyes were on stalks. “Shit! You can read my mind? No, I’m not going to. I have no match for you.”
Leonardo smirked, grabbed his phone and walked out.
A restless yapper, Carl was a regular in gang fights during his high school years. Those who knew him could easily know what he was thinking.
Leonardo was driving toward Jarrett Group. Since the exposure yesterday, the news about Jarrett family’s toxic factory had spread far and wide. There was a possibility that, in desperation, Lynn might have figured out that Summer was the one behind the exposure. This was what worried him. But the best way to know was to check it out himself at Jarrett Group.
He drove into the parking lot, took out his phone and called Summer. But there was no answer. He got out of the car and went straight toward the office lobby.
Since the factory exposure, security in and out of Jarrett Group had become tight. He got in through the entrance and was stopped by a less-than-polite security guard, who asked, “Who are you? Who are you looking for?”
Multiple layers of security showed they were cautious of someone coming to cause trouble. Leonardo stood tall before the guard, who had to look up in order to see his face. Leonardo looked down at the guard, his emotionless face browbeating.
“Looking for someone.”
The security guard was intimidated. Knowing this man was not Tom, Dick, and Harry, he quickly brought him to the reception desk, saying, “Please tell them who you want to see.”
The beautiful receptionists were all on high alert, as some reporters had nearly sneaked in earlier today. When they saw Leonardo, they were stuttering.
“Who… who would you like… like to see,… sir?”
“Summer.” He looked down, hiding his impatience. Not that he was very patient at other times. But he found that he was more forbearing when it came to Summer.
“Summer?”
One receptionist found the name familiar. But before she could say anything, a familiar voice came.
“Douglas?”
Leonardo looked in the voice’s direction and saw Summer was walking toward him from not far away.
It was lunchtime. Summer was heading out for lunch. The minute she emerged from the elevator, she saw a tall man, whom she found looking like “Douglas”, was standing in front of the reception desk, grilled by the beautiful receptionist. At first, she seemed hesitating, unsure if it was really him, her steps slow. Thinking, how was it possible that an arrogant man like “Douglas” was willingly being interrogated by the receptionist. She called him, and he turned his head. She made out his face-it was really him. So she scurried toward him.
“It’s really you. How come you are here?”
One receptionist recognized Summer, all smiles and said, “Miss. Jarrett, this gentleman is looking for you.”