Chapter 144: I Can Help You

Leonardo arrived right after Jessica left.

His limited-edition Bentley, which was said to be worth tens of millions, drew a lot of attention at the
entrance of the mall.

Summer hastily opened the car door and got in, urging him, "Let's go."

Leonardo did not listen to her. Instead, he leaned over and buckled her seat belt. Then, he put one
hand on the back of her chair and the other on the car door, asking in this intimate position, "You don't
look good. What have you guys watched?"

Summer ducked back, as was her habit and said, "A fantasy film."

"Is it a tragedy?"

"No...."

"Then why you look unhappy?" As Leonardo spoke, he reached out to touch her cheek.

Summer dodged to the side and avoided his hand. The hand lost the target and froze in the air.

He didn't look embarrassed, but somewhat an overwhelming pressure came to Summer, making her
uncomfortable.

She finally gave in to the stress she had been fighting these days.

"Did you have anything to do with Marco’s father's death?" She looked so disturbed.

Leonardo looked up. His inky eyes were as deep as bottomless whirlpools. His voice was gravelly and
cold as he said, "What else did you guess?"



"Are you admitting it?" Summer looked at him in disbelief, her voice trembling.

She really didn't understand Leonardo.

Although she had been through a lot and seen things, she still couldn't stomach how Leonardo played
with others' lives.

The two men who kidnapped her were fugitives, and they would have been shot to death if they had
been captured by the police, so Summer could live with it.

But this time, Leonardo finished off Marco’s father in such a short time, which sent shivers down
Summer's spine.

"He deserved to die." Leonardo smiled with bloodthirsty ruthlessness. "All of them did. Billy will not be
the last one."

Marco’s father was called Billy.

"You're smart. You can find the murderer and hand him over to the police...." This version of Leonardo
scared her, but she still mustered up the courage to persuade him.

Leonardo smiled more coldly, and his face became eerily handsome in the dim light. "I'm smart? But
fifteen years have passed, and I still haven't found the murderer. So, I can only deal with whomever
relevant."

Summer clenched her hands.

Leonardo leaned closer to her and whispered in her ear, "If you don't agree with what I'm doing, you
can turn me in."

Summer's entire body grew tense. She bit her lips and did not speak, only looking up at him.



Although she disagreed with what Leonardo was doing, she knew very well that she would not call the
police.

Leonardo was paranoid from the incident with his mother.

Even if she really went to the police and they arrested Leonardo, she was sure that he had ways to kill
those people in prison.

He could pull that off.

Suddenly, Leonardo's face darkened and his voice became hoarser. "Don't look at me like that. We are
in a car."

He adored Summer's eyes. They were bright and attractive.

Summer regained her senses and looked away.

...

Upon returning to the villa, Leonardo brought Summer to the bedroom and kissed her against the door.

Summer wasn't in the mood, but she couldn't break free.

She found an opportunity to say, "My father went abroad a few days ago, and he may be back soon."

As expected, Leonardo stopped, but he did not let go of Summer. "What is he doing abroad?"

"You know what." Summer heaved a sigh of relief and said, "Your grandfather is coming back."

"Why did you tell me this?" Leonardo lowered his head and kissed her lips. "Don't think about these
things now."



"It's because they are under your control, so you had known before I told you, right?"

Summer did not avoid his kiss, but neither did she kiss him back.

Leonardo let go of her with disappointment. "Since you know, why did you bring it up to upset me?"

Summer was in favor of him searching for the real culprit. She just found his method wrong.

He was too gloomy and cruel.

However, she didn't know how to communicate with him.

Leonardo simply wouldn't listen to her and treated her opinions like trash.

After a while, Summer heard her own voice, "Leonardo, I can help you find the culprit who kidnapped
you and your mother."

"Help me?" Leonardo's voice was too low for the ear.

His mother came from a literary family. She was the perfect woman to all the influential young men in
Hoover City. She was both gorgeous and talented. As the successor of the Emersons, Leonardo's
father, Michael, was naturally outstanding, too.

It wasn't surprising that Leonardo came out so smart and exceptional.

After his mother was murdered, it took him a long time to heal and became normal again.

However, the teenager seemed to have grown up overnight, looking gloomy and solemn ever since. He
sought help from the police many times, but a young police officer told him in confidence, "I don't think
your kidnapping is simple, but everyone wants to sweep the whole thing under the rug."



Leonardo knew more than anyone that the Emersons wanted it done that way.

The Emersons dropped the case because they didn't want it to attract the media's attention.

So, Leonardo took it from there.

His real parents and twin sister did not believe him. They thought he was traumatized from witnessing
the horror that his mother had to endure.

Now Summer was right there offering help.

Leonardo's voice was even deeper than usual as he asked, "Do you believe there is someone else
behind my mother's case?"

"I don't know the specifics, but I trust you. You are so smart. If you believe so, I do, too."

Summer's eyes were extremely firm, clear, and bright, filled with trust.

Leonardo stared at her for a few seconds before hugging her tightly.

He didn't say anything, but Summer felt his loneliness and rage that had been misunderstood for years.

Summer gently patted his back and said, "But, you have to promise me that you won't… kill
again."


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