Summer was forthright when she spoke, surprising the reporters on the scene. As such, there was a moment of silence.
“Since I didn’t do anything against my conscience, I’m not afraid of the Emerson family finding me. Furthermore, the Emerson family knows what’s what. They will not do anything to me for no reason.”
She had a point. If Summer had truly done anything to Grandpa Emerson, the Emerson family would not have let her return to Hoover City unscathed.
A reporter asked, “You weren’t found on the scene of the fire that happened half a year ago, and people thought you were dead. Where have you been? Why did you go missing?”
Summer swept her eyes over the reporter, thinking of her life during the past half a year and her daughter, whom she had only seen once. “I was resting.” That summed up her life for the past six months.
The reporter still did not let her off the hook. “Was it because you were injured in the fire? What’s your relationship with Leonardo now? Are you two still husband and wife or divorced?”
“I’m sorry, that’s a private matter.” Summer ignored the first half of the question.
Sometimes, you could not be too truthful, and even if you lied, you needed to leave yourself some leeway. She had indeed taken some rest while she waited to give birth, but she did not admit that she was hurt in the fire.
The reporter still refused to give up and pursued stubbornly. “You’re evading the question. Does it mean that you and Leonardo are divorced, no longer husband and wife?”
Since Leonardo took the helm of Emerson Corporation, he had shown his capability and was a hot topic of discussion. His personal relationship was far more newsworthy than Grandpa Emerson’s case.
The media was not the only party that wanted to know Leonardo and Summer’s relationship status. Many socialites in Hoover City had been eyeing the position, wanting to replace Summer as Leonardo’s wife.
Summer looked down, appearing calm and unwilling to talk about it. “I’m sorry, no comment.”
Eliza had been keeping an eye on the situation. Seeing that Summer was no longer willing to talk, Eliza instructed the crew to intervene, separating the reporters from Summer.
“The interview is over.”
“Ms. Jarrett, would you please tell us…”
One of the reporters was adamant about getting an answer from her. However, Summer turned away and went in the other direction while Eliza followed her.
“Did you and Leonardo get a divorce?” Like those reporters, Eliza was curious about Leonardo and Summer’s relationship status.
Stopping in her tracks, Summer looked back and studied her.
“Why are you staring at me?” Eliza reached to touch her face. Summer looked calm, but her stare was making her uneasy.
After a few seconds, Summer said, “Are you interested in Leonardo?”
“No!” Eliza shook her head immediately when an unapproachable Leonardo came to mind.
“Then I won’t tell you.” Summer’s lips curled in a half-smile.
“Hey! You…” Her words were stuck in her throat. Eliza pointed at her and after a long while, she found her voice. “Don’t forget that I’ve done you a big favor!”
“Thank you, I’ll buy you lunch.” Summer turned to smile at her.
She knew it. Summer may have looked like an angel on the outside, but she was a devil on the inside.
…
Summer’s interview was released in no time, and it quickly rose to become the top trending topic online with more people continuously joining the discussion.
Once the shooting of the web series, The Lost City began, Summer had changed her Weibo username to Rosie with a “V” verified icon and the status as Screenwriter of The Lost City. After news of her interview made it to Weibo, people found her Weibo account, and the number of her followers exploded.
She had registered her Weibo account when she faced off with Vicky the last time. However, when her account was verified, she had deleted the previous content in her Weibo. The only posts in her Weibo now were forwarded posts about The Lost City.
The number of comments had exploded under the first Weibo post. Summer browsed through them and found that some were mere rubbernecks while some reeked of sarcasm.
“Come and look at the woman who once married into the rich family.
“I’m sure she’s been divorced. Otherwise, why would she have to write scripts to support herself?
“Has anyone seen her before? Is she pretty?
“The Lost City? Looking at the title, you know it’s going to suck.
“So is this woman the person who harmed Grandpa Emerson?
“The woman’s interview coincided with the shooting of The Lost City. She must be gunning for publicity.”
Summer shrugged it off and ignored the comments. The people who were supposed to find her would find her. She had done what she wanted, and it was time to wait for those individuals. But before those people came, Leonardo looked for her first.
After she browsed Weibo and was just about to make herself dinner, the doorbell rang. She peeked through the spy hole and saw Leonardo standing outside. She was transfixed, not moving to open the door. She did not feel like it.
Yet, Leonardo seemed to know what Summer was thinking. He gave the door a couple of knocks. “Summer, I know you’re inside. Either you open the door or I’ll summon my men to knock it down.”
How violent! Summer pursed her lips and opened it reluctantly. She then turned around and went back inside without even looking at him.
He was obviously furious. Slamming the door shut behind him, he caught her arm and gritted his teeth. “Summer, what did I tell you before? Don’t act on impulse!”
His fingers were clamped on to her arm. She tried to break free but failed, so she told herself to calm down. “I didn’t act on impulse. I know what I’m doing, and I’m very calm! I want them to find me!”
“Do you know what they’re capable of? You want them to come to you? Look at what happened to Grandpa and Rosie! You—”
Summer’s emotions rose when she heard her daughter’s name. “Rosie? Rosie is just a newborn. What wrong has she done? No! Those people from the Emerson family are maniacs and inhuman! Instead of sitting here and doing nothing, I might as well go on the offensive!”