Predestined Marriage Chapter 718 Show Some Respect

Summer remained silent for a long time, the atmosphere between them becoming strange.

They were sitting together but with their own thoughts. By saying this, Stanley also meant that he had
just seen Trevin chatting up Summer.

Summer got somewhat upset. She thought that she had planned everything perfectly, never expecting
Stanley to see through all of this.

Summer took a deep breath, turned her head away and lowered her voice to ask Stanley, "Why are you
always against Leonardo? What's it with you and him? A grudge?"

Stanley's face darkened, but soon he revealed an evil smile. "This is between him and me. You've
broken up with him, haven't you?"

"Yes, but he will always be Rosie's father." Summer looked at Stanley with a serious expression. She
would never forget what Stanley had done to Rosie.

She promised to herself to have Stanley pay the price at the very thought of it. How could Stanley not
know what Summer was thinking? He was already used to her undisguised disgust and hatred for him.

He smiled without answering Summer's question directly. Instead, he asked, "Do you want to take
custody of Rosie?"

Summer knew that once it was over between her and Leonardo, they would definitely fight for custody
of Rosie. She had always been thinking about this, but hearing Stanley mention it, she realized that she
still felt hurt.

Were they doomed to be like this? She didn't have a happy and harmonious family, neither did
Leonardo. But couldn't their daughter have one?



Seeing that Summer fell silent, Stanley did not press but whispered, "If you want, I can help you."

"I don't need your help. It's my business and has nothing to do with Leonardo, let alone you." Summer
looked up at him.

Actually, she couldn't put it that way because she owed him. It was Stanley who saved her.

"If you need anything, Come to me at any time." Stanley stood up, straightened his suit and left.

Summer squeezed the wine glass until her knuckles whitened.

She got up and went to the bathroom, but happened to meet Amber there.

Amber was standing in front of the mirror for a touch-up. Seeing Summer walk in, she glanced at her in
the mirror and said in an arrogant voice, "You're really everywhere, going wherever Leonardo goes."

Summer turned on the tap and said slowly, "Is this charity event hosted by Leonardo?"

"You can only argue and find excuses for yourself. Tell me what else you can do?" Amber put away her
lipstick and turned to look at Summer.

"At least I won't play shabby tricks like you." Summer chuckled and looked into her eyes.

The expression on Amber's face froze, but she quickly looked as usual. "Throwing accusations with no
proof. Is this how you write a play?"

Who exactly was arguing?

Summer had something on her mind without the energy to deal with Amber. She turned around and
walked out.

Amber, however, wouldn't stop and followed with her bag.



"Summer, stop!"

Summer did not stop, but walked faster.

On the corridor outside, Amber took several steps at a run and grabbed Summer's arm, "Summer!"

Amber's tight grip left marks on Summer's thin white arm. Summer's face darkened, but she did not
shake off her hand immediately, only saying coldly, "There seems to be no cameras around. If I beat
you up here, no one would believe I can do this."

Amber considered Summer a vulgar woman with no background. At the moment, the anger in
Summer's eyes scared her and she released her grip.

Summer approached her and said, "That's all you have?"

Amber was pushed back, but in order to save her face, she pretended to be calm and looked at
Summer. "It's been a long day. You're lucky enough to get away this time. But do you think you can be
so lucky next time?"

Summer sneered. "Amber, you've been condescending to feel competitive with me. Are you crazy?"

"You..." How could Amber not be annoyed to hear this? She raised her hand and wanted to slap
Summer.

Summer was about to dodge by tilting her head when someone stopped Amber.

"Both of you are beautiful women. It might be inappropriate for you to fight in front of others." A male
voice teased. Amber and Summer turned to look at him.

Trevin blinked at Summer. "It's Ms. Summer."



"Mr. Trevin." Summer smiled at him.

For some reason, she felt like laughing as soon as she saw Trevin.

"Let go of me!" Amber failed to break free from Trevin's tight grip. But Trevin and Summer were
greeting each other as if no one else was around, which irritated Amber more.

Trevin was very tall. He loosened his grip on Amber's hand and looked down at her. "I remember you.
You came with the Emerson man. What's your name?"

Trevin showed no respect for Leonardo by saying this. A trace of disgust flashed through Amber's
eyes. "You’d better watch your mouth and show me some respect."

"Respect?" Trevin burst into laughter as if he had heard a joke. "So you also showed respect for Ms.
Summer by going after and troubling her like a shrew?"

Amber was so angry that she turned to point at him and Summer, shouting, "So you two are together!"

"Miss Amber, show some respect and don't be that mean. Ms. Summer and I didn't know each other
until we exchanged business cards at the party." Trevin explained to Amber with a serious expression
and then turned to ask Summer with a smile, "Ms. Summer, am I right?"

"Yes," Summer tried not to laugh and replied, "You're right."

Trevin and Summer were in tune with each other. Amber knew that she could not get any advantage,
so she swallowed her rage and left on her own.

She was still scared by what Summer said just now.

After all, in her mind, Summer was just a useless and low-class woman. If Summer had been crazy and
beaten her up, would she have to fight with her? That would be too unpleasant to see.



After Amber left, Trevin smiled and said, "Actually, I wanted to see beautiful women fighting, but you're
so pretty today and I’d better not do that."

After Amber left, Trevin smiled and said, "Actually, | wanted to see beautiful women fighting, but you're
so pretty today and I'd better not do that."



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