Chapter 547 Let Her Go If She Wants to

Arriving at the airport, Summer drove her car into the parking lot and left with her luggage.

After she passed the security check, she waited in the lounge until she was about to board the plane
before calling Leonardo.

After the call was connected, Summer asked first, "Are you busy?"

Leonardo's low voice came from the other side, "I'm not busy."

Summer bit her lips, not knowing how to say it.

At this time, Leonardo suddenly asked, "Are you at the airport?"

Summer was shocked. Now the words would be totally stuck with her.

Leonardo didn't seem to have any intention of listening to her and directly asked, "Is it time to board the
plane?"

"Yes." Summer said stiffly.

"Why..." She wanted to ask Leonardo how he knew that she was at the airport and was about to board
the plane.

She specifically found a corner where she could hardly hear the radio and called Leonardo.

Leonardo interrupted her, "Call me when you arrive."

"Leonardo, you..."

"Board the plane first."

"Alright."



Summer hung up and stared at her phone in a daze.

Leonardo wasn't furious as she expected. He even reminded her to board the plane first...

Summer looked through the call log and confirmed that the phone number she had just dialed was
indeed Leonardo's. Only then did she put her phone back into her pocket.

But she didn't have time to think about it anymore. The broadcast was urging her to board.

Summer got on the plane and was still thinking about Leonardo's reaction. His calmness was beyond
her expectation.

The Emerson Group, the president's office.

Hearing the beep that reminded him the phone was hung up, Leonardo took the phone and looked at it
for two seconds. Then, as if he could not endure anymore, he tossed it out.

When Leonardo picked up Summer's phone calmly, Tim felt that something was wrong. It turned out
that he was bearing his anger.

"Mr. Emerson, now that you don't want Mrs. Emerson to go alone, why don't you let someone stop
her?" Tim couldn't help but said.

"I've already said that her matter is mine. How could I not care about Stanley!" Leonardo sneered, his
expression a little gloomy, "If she wants to go, let her go! I don't allow anyone to follow her!"

"Yes," Tim nodded slightly.

He had been with Leonardo for so many years. Although he didn't dare to say that he understood
Leonardo completely, he felt that he understood Leonardo very well on matters related to Summer.



Regarding Summer, no matter how fierce and ruthless Leonardo was on the mouth, he would
compromise in the end.

No matter what and when, it was the same.

Good things are a long time in coming.

Tim looked up at Leonardo and asked tentatively, "Mr. Emerson, if there's nothing else, I will go out
first."

Leonardo didn't say anything and Tim went out.

Summer's plane arrived at her destination the next morning.

After sitting on the plane for more than ten hours, Summer was a little tired, but her spirits weren't bad.

She got into the taxi and called Leonardo.

The phone rang several times before it was picked up.

"Mrs. Emerson, Mr. Emerson is talking to someone on the phone. If you need me to pass on anything
to Mr. Emerson, just say it."

Summer was stunned. Listening carefully, she could still hear the noisy background sound on the other
end of the phone.

Only then did she recall that there was a jet lag. She was in the morning and Leonardo was at night.

She hesitated for a moment and asked, "Are you outside?"

"In the Golden Cauldron Club, we had dinner party tonight. I came out with Mr. Emerson."



"Oh." Summer paused for a moment, "Did Leonardo drink?"

"He drank a little," said Tim, through the crack in the door, taking a glance at Leonardo who was
clinking glasses with someone in a private chamber.

"Don't let him drink too much. I'll hang up first. Goodbye."

"Goodbye, Mrs. Emerson."

After Summer hung up the phone, Tim returned to the private chamber and handed the phone to
Leonardo.

Leonardo took the phone and did not ask any further. Tim consciously relayed Summer's words to him,
"Mrs. Emerson doesn't want you to drink too much."

"Heh." Leonardo sneered with the emotions indiscernible.

Tim stopped talking and sat down beside him.

"What's the matter?" Carl leaned over to Leonardo and asked him, "Did you quarrel with Summer
again?"

Leonardo glanced at him and said, "You quarreled!"

"Normally, you would come out to dinner with me. I don't believe that you weren't quarreling with
Summer." After Carl finished speaking, he raised his chin and looked at Tim. "Tim, don't you think so?"

Tim didn't say anything and just smiled.

Carl organized the meal today, but knowing Leonardo wanted to come, he found a reason and told
those unrelated people to reorganize the meal, while he stayed to drink with Leonardo.



Ever since Leonardo had Summer, it wasn't easy for him to meet Leonardo. Especially now, inviting
Leonardo was even more difficult.

Only when Leonardo and Summer quarreled, Leonardo would take the initiative to find him.

Therefore, it was so normal that he asked Leonardo if he had quarreled with Summer again.

Leonardo ignored him. He picked up the bottle and filled the cups of wine for himself and Carl. Then,
he drank it all.

Carl frowned and persuaded him, "Hey, take it slow!"

Summer booked the five-star hotel where Connel worked.

This five-star hotel had a long history, and was also famous in M Country. Most tourists would stay in
this hotel.

Summer only knew that Connel was working as a chef here, but she wasn't sure whether he was the
head chef or not.

If she wanted to see Connel, she had to think of a way.

When the waiter led her to the hotel room, Summer deliberately put her phone on the corner of the
table. When the waiter turned around, she put the phone off on the floor as Summer expected.

The waiter hurriedly picked up the phone and apologized repeatedly, "I'm sorry."

Actually, the floor was covered with carpets and the cell phone didn't break.

But Summer was looking for trouble deliberately today, so she took the opportunity to say, "Are all the
waiters in your hotel so rough? Ask your manager to come here."



Summer pretended to be unreasonable. The waiter had no choice but to call the manager over.

"Miss, I'm sorry that our waiter offended you. We will..."

"Alright." Summer waved her hand and sat down on the sofa. Her posture was very arrogant, "I'm not
an unreasonable person either. I heard from a friend that you have a chef from H Country here who
cooks very well. I want him to cook for me. If you do this for me, I will let it go."


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