Chapter 268 A Million, No Bargain

Hoover City is a big international metropolis.

To average people, finding someone in the city was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

However, Leonardo was different. He had power, influence, financial resources and many subordinates
at his command.

Finding Summer was a piece of cake.

She couldn't use her cell phone or stay in a hotel.

Therefore, she found a small guesthouse that didn't require an ID card.

The guesthouse was damp and dark. The white sheets had yellowish stains and the bathroom was
dirty.

Summer lay on the bed without taking off her clothes.

The room wasn't noise-proof. She could hear pedestrians talking and cars honking.

It was the first night without having Leonardo around. Summer couldn't sleep.

Afraid that Leonardo would barge in, she was dizzy but could fall asleep. She lay on the bed until dawn,
half-asleep.

She felt very tired after a night of poor sleep.

Worse still, there was no hot water in the bathroom.

Summer gritted her teeth and washed her face with cold water. She packed up her things and checked
out.



She couldn't stay in the same place for too long.

She knew Leonardo too well.

Leaving the guesthouse, Summer went straight to the bus station.

The area was close to the suburbs. It used to be a small town near Hoover City, which was expanded.
The town was merged into the city. However, without any city planning project, the town remained to be
as underdeveloped as before.

Not far from the guesthouse was a bus station where she could buy a ticket without an ID card. She got
to know it yesterday.

Summer was waiting for the traffic light at the wayside. Suddenly, someone patted her on the shoulder
and called her, "Summer?"

Summer stiffened. Leonardo? How did he manage to find her so quickly?

The person walked up to her and sized her up. She said in surprise, "Summer, it's you!"

Summer was also surprised to see the person in front of her. She asked, "Eliza, why are you here?"

After Eliza left, they were only in contact once. This was the first time they had met since her departure.

Summer was in a complicated situation. Eyes narrowed, she stared at Eliza for a few seconds before
looking around vigilantly.

There were already news about Leonardo's villa being burned down. Eliza knew the accident.

Seeing her being so vigilant, Eliza raised her chin arrogantly and explained, "We are going to shoot a
new TV series. I came over to see if it's a good place for the drama."



Producers usually had the final say. Everything was under their control.

"Excuse me. I have to go now." Summer had a hunch that meeting Eliza at such a time wasn't a good
thing.

But Eliza pulled her back and said, "Wait. Do you fancy a drink? You promised to give me your script,
but you haven't sent it to me yet."

Summer refused, "Sorry, I'm in the middle of something."

After a while, Eliza broke the silence. "I won't reveal your whereabouts. I'm not officious."

Thinking for a moment, Summer agreed.

There was no coffee shop nearby. They only found a milk tea shop.

Eliza ordered two cups of hot milk tea and gave one to Summer.

"Thank you." Summer took a sip through a straw.

Eliza looked at Summer seriously for a few seconds. "You seem to be doing well, just as I expected.
There have been many gossips about the Emersons and about you."

Summer looked at her and said, "Are you disappointed?"

Eliza smiled casually. "Just a little. Give me your script."

Summer turned on her laptop and handed it to Eliza.

It was a detective story, with an element of romance.

This type of novel had a huge market in the country.



Eliza's father was a director in the local TV station. She had known many big shots and famous
directors since childhood. Naturally, she was professional in choosing scripts.

She casually scanned the document and then started from the first page.

She was hooked at the first sight, her eyes shining.

Summer knew Eliza liked her script.

She reached out, closed the laptop, and took it back.

Eliza stood up anxiously and said, "Hey! Let me finish!"

Summer responded calmly with her hand on the laptop, "I'm in urgent need of money. How much can
you pay for it?"

Eliza said with her arm stretching out, "500K yuan."

Summer didn't expect that. She asked tentatively to find out how much Eliza would offer.

Eliza only said she would help Summer find a buyer when they met last time.

Eliza had her own production team. Now that she made a bid, it meant she liked Summer's script and
wanted to make it into a drama herself.

But this was negotiation.

Although Summer really needed money, she didn't accept Eliza's offer.

After pondering for a moment, Summer said, "One million, no bargain! I want the right to sign my name
on the work."



"The drama won't be aired on TV and will only be available online. One million is too much!" Eliza liked
Summer's script, but Summer was new to the industry. This meant buying her script would be risky.

Summer said decisively, "You know my situation. I'm broke. Do you want it or not?"

Doing business required compromise. Plus, a million was nothing to Eliza.

When Eliza had her eye on something, she would definitely end up buying it.

Eliza bit her lips and pondered in silence for a while.

Summer looked at the time and had a premonition that Leonardo might find her if she stayed here any
longer.

She stood up and said, "If you don't want it, I'll leave. Leonardo is looking for me."

Eliza gritted her teeth and said, "Alright, deal!"

She looked very reluctant to pay such a high price, but she would regret if she let it go.

Summer sent the script to Eliza's email with a grin.

Eliza took out a card from her wallet and handed it to Summer. "There is one million in the card. The
password is 973210."

Summer took the card and put the laptop into her backpack. "Remember to prepare a contract and
send it to me."

With that, she left in a hurry, not giving Eliza a chance to say anything.

When she was at the door, she turned around to look at Eliza, the corner of her lips curving into a smug
smile.



She only gave Eliza half of the script and kept the rest to herself.

The right of signature was very important to screenwriters. They had only made a verbal agreement.
What if Eliza broke her promise? Wouldn't she be at a disadvantage?

It's always right to be careful.


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