Predestined Marriage Chapter 536 Don't Play Dead

Even though she called Stanley by his name, Stanley did not immediately respond to her.

Summer took a look at the phone and made sure that the call was still on. Then she put it back by her
ear and said, "Are you still there?"

At this moment, Eliza walked over. Summer glanced at her and pushed the menu in front of her.

Then, Stanley's voice rang out again on the phone.

"Sorry, Summer, I got to hang up now."

"Then you..."

Before Summer could say anything, Stanley hung up the phone directly.

Summer put down her phone and stared at it, brooding.

Why did she feel that Stanley had hung up her call on purpose?

Stanley was a thoughtful person. Even if he ran into something, he could always remain calm and
composed.

But just now, his tone sounded somewhat strange.

As for strange how, Summer could not be sure.

"Hey!"

Eliza waved her hand in front of Summer's eyes. Only then did Summer regain her senses and look at
Eliza.



Eliza leaned forward with her one hand on the table. "What are you thinking? I called you several
times, and you just ignored me."

Summer had just plunged herself into her own thoughts, and she didn't notice that Eliza was calling
her.

"Nothing." Summer looked down at the menu in front of Eliza. "Have you ordered yet?"

Eliza nodded, "Sure."

As she spoke, her gaze still landed on Summer.

Eliza was especially interested in Summer's relationship with Leonardo and his daughter who appeared
at the dinner party.

However, deep down, Eliza knew that Summer would not tell her, so she could only give up the idea.

Summer kept thinking about Stanley while eating and appeared a little absent-minded.

Combined with what Leonardo said before, she could tell that Stanley was indeed dubious. She had to
go find him again.

After lunch, Summer and Eliza returned to the studio.

There was little work in the afternoon, so Summer left earlier.

When she came out, the car that followed her in the morning was still following her from a distance.

Whoever in that car seemed to know that Summer had discovered them long ago, so they quit hiding
and followed her openly. However, they still maintained a certain distance.



Summer pulled over at a roadside where temporary parking was allowed, then walked towards the car
that had been following her.

She approached the car and reached out to open the door.

She tried but found that she couldn't open it...

A little angry, Summer kicked the car and said slightly coldly, "Open the door! Don't play dead. I know
Leonardo sent you."

Those in the car heard this and finally opened the door to get out.

A few tall and strong bodyguards lined up in front of Summer, and then, said respectfully, "Mrs.
Emerson!"

Summer felt a little helpless, "From now on, don't follow me anymore. I have some private business to
tend to."

Of course, the bodyguards didn't agree, "But Mr. Emerson has ordered..."

Summer directly interrupted them, "I don't care what he says. It's not that someone's trying to kill me
now. It's just a few paparazzi. I can handle it."

The bodyguards didn't respond. It was obvious that they did not intend to listen to Summer.

Summer was standing beside the door. And the bodyguards got off the car from the other side.

She glanced at the door handle swiftly and asked, "Just don't follow me for the time being, is that
okay?"

The bodyguards lowered their heads even more.



Summer narrowed her eyes and suddenly opened the door. She bent down and pulled out the key.
Then she retreated and threw the key away. Nobody knew where it went.

The bodyguards didn't really see this coming.

Although they had already known what Summer was up to when she got out of the car, they did not
dare to snatch the key from her.

If Summer was hurt when they snatched the key, Leonardo would definitely "skin" them.

Summer smiled and threw up her hands, "Now you can go find the key!"

With that, she turned around and ran towards her car.

As soon as she got in the car, she drove away, leaving the bodyguards behind looking for their key.

Summer took a detour to steer away from them, making sure that the bodyguards could not find her,
then she drove to Stanley's counseling room.

When she arrived, Stanley's assistant was chatting with the two little girls at the front desk.

They all knew Summer.

"Ms. Summer, are you here to see Dr. Stanley?"

"Yes, is he busy?" Summer said with a smile.

The assistant looked inside and said, "Dr. Stanley went out earlier and hasn't returned yet. Do you want
to wait for a moment?"

"He's out?" Summer did not expect Stanley to be absent.



A bit surprised, Summer asked, "Did he say where he's going or when he will come back?"

The assistant shook his head. "No, Dr. Stanley didn't say anything and I didn't ask, but I can call him."

Summer had only come here on a whim. Since Stanley was not here, then fine.

She declined the assistant's offer and smiled, "It's okay, I'll come next time."

"Alright, see you, Ms. Summer."

Summer turned around and just as she walked to the door, she recalled that she had met Stanley at
the Golden Cauldron Club at noon. So she turned again to asked the assistant, "What did Stanley have
for lunch today?"

"I ordered him a takeout." Although the assistant didn't know why Summer suddenly asked this, he still
told her the truth.

Summer's expression changed slightly, "Takeout?"

If Stanley had takeout for lunch, then who was the "Stanley" she saw at the Golden Cauldron Club?

"That's right. It's from a restaurant across the street. Dr. Stanley has been ordering food there all this
time and even become a senior VIP now!"

Seeing Summer's sudden change, the assistant couldn't help but ask, "Is there a problem?"

Summer quickly concealed her emotions and said calmly, "No, it's just that he's a man busy with work
all day, so he definitely doesn't have the time to take care of his diet. As a friend, I think I should be
concerned about him from time to time."

The assistant believed her easily and shook his head, "That's right, Dr. Stanley is so nice, but he
doesn't have many friends in Hoover City; plus, he often works overtime ... Ms. Summer, if you have



the time, please do talk to him..."

Summer pursed her lips and said, "Yes, I will. Now I'll leave first."

"Goodbye, Ms. Summer."

"See you later."


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