Chapter 505 Telepathy

"He is OK. He used to get along well with children when he was young. He was the head of the kids in
our neighborhood." Jessica seemed to recall about her childhood, and she smiled nostalgically.

Jessica patted her shoulder and said, "It will be fine. We'll just stay at the party for only an hour or two."

"Is Carl not going to the party?" Summer asked.

Jessica sneered, "He lives a luxury and dissipation life every day. There are all kinds of parties every
day. What's the big deal if he doesn't attend this one today?"

However, Summer thought of something else.

The fact that Leonardo was the boss behind Tip Top Media had never been exposed, and few people
knew the friendship between Leonardo and Carl, except the people around them.

With that thought, it was reasonable for Carl not to attend Leonardo's dinner party.

When Summer regained her senses, Jessica was calling Carl.

Even Summer couldn't hear what Carl said, she could imagine Carl had probably agreed to it. Although
Carl was somewhat a hooligan, his feelings towards Jessica were obvious.

He would do whatever Jessica said and never refused her.

That was the way how Carl got along with Jessica. He showed his feelings so straightforwardly.

Although Jessica seemed to have something on her mind and had never accepted Carl, Carl seemed
to plan to keep pestering Jessica until she accepted him.

If Jessica kept refusing Carl, Summer suspected that Carl could keep pestering Jessica for a lifetime. It
was neither a bad thing nor a good thing for them.



After Summer and Jessica picked out their dresses and put on their makeup, Carl came over.

Rosie happened to wake up then. Rosie was groggy. She curiously touched Summer's hair. Summer
coaxed Rosie into changing clothes and carried her out.

The only way that Carl comforted a child was using candies. And Rosie loved candies.

Rosie happily took the candy, and Carl clapped his hands and asked, "May I hug you, Rosie?"

Rosie was successfully bribed by Carl, so she stretched out her small arms and leaned towards Carl.

Carl narrowed his eyes as he put on a bright smile. He kept calling Rosie darling, as if Rosie was his
daughter.

Rosie frowned and said, "Called me Rosie."

Carl was amused, "Why does it feel like your personality is a bit similar to Leonardo...?" Carl burst into
laughter.

Carl hugged Rosie and laughed. They got along well.

"See? He is OK." Jessica put an arm around Summer's shoulder and looked at Carl and Rosie.

Summer smiled and went to Carl. She asked, "Will it trouble you?"

"No. I have a lot of free time." Carl never stopped smiling since he entered the door.

Summer had explained to Rosie. Rosie solemnly promised Summer that she would listen to Uncle Carl.
The three adults and a child went out together.

It was almost six o'clock now. The food at the party would not fill them up, so before the party, they
went to have a simple meal at the restaurant in the seven-star hotel where the party was holding soon.



After the meal, Carl got a room and took Rosie to the room to wait for them. If anything happened, he
could go directly to the party hall to find Summer and Jessica.

The party started at eight o'clock. Summer and Jessica went down to the hall early. There weren't
many people, and Summer found an inconspicuous corner to stay in.

The guests entered one after another, and some familiar faces people had seen in the movies or
newspapers also appeared.

There were more and more people in the hall, and Summer, who was hiding in the corner, became
even more inconspicuous.

Jessica was accompanying Summer to share the fun. She was staying in the corner and talked with
Summer about the guests.

"That one, you think he is a philanthropist. He has several concubines secretly...."

"Do you see the actress in the red dress? She's a pseudo-single."

"And that one over there, he's a director who often sleeps with new actresses on the casting couch."

Summer listened with interest. She said, "I think you've got the wrong job. You should be a reporter."

Jessica shook the champagne in her hand and said with somewhat frustration, "The entertainment
industry has no secrets. Those who are dirty will be exposed sooner or later. However, when everyone
has no conflicts of interest, they will pretend not to know each other's secrets."

Summer was silent for a moment and asked, "Are you tired?"

As a scriptwriter, Summer was behind the scenes, and her work was different from Jessica's.

"I'm OK. It mainly depends on the adjustment of mentality...."



At this moment, there was a commotion at the entrance. Jessica stood up, tiptoed and stretched her
neck to look out. "It seems that Mr. Emerson arrives."

Summer followed Jessica's line of sight and saw Leonardo pushing Michael in.

Leonardo was still wearing black suit as usual. He looked vigorous, but Summer felt that his
complexion wasn't very good and his lips looked pale. He seemed to be….sick.

Summer pursed her lips. Probably she was just thinking too much.

Leonardo rarely fell ill as if he was made of iron.

Michael sat in a wheelchair. His hair had been carefully cut. He was too thin that his decent suit was
loose on him. The prototype of the suit could not be seen, and one of the sleeves was empty.

Although he looked down and didn't look at anyone, his tight grip on the armrest still revealed his
nervousness.

It was hard to imagine that Michael, who had ruled the Emerson Group for decades and had spent half
his life in the business world, would be nervous at a party.

This was Michael's first appearance since the news of his kidnapping was released three years ago.

Summer could sense everyone's surprise from the continuous gasps.

Some was pity for Michael, the others gloated.

The guests consciously made a way for Leonardo.

Tim followed behind Leonardo with a serious expression on his face.



Summer was standing in a corner. There were many people standing in front of her. Leonardo pushed
Michael forward without looking sideways. Summer supposed he could not see her.

However, Leonardo, who had already pushed Michael past her, suddenly turned around. He looked
across the crowd at Summer accurately.

The others felt that Leonardo seemed to be looking at someone, and they all looked towards Summer's
direction.

Summer hurriedly turned around and pretended to look to the other side as everyone did.

Jessica's mood was opposite to Summer's. She excitedly pulled Summer's arm and said, "Mr. Emerson
is looking at you. He can see you from such a distance. That's wonderful! Is this telepathy?"


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