Chapter 555 I Want You to See the Truth

Summer looked at her time. It was 10 a.m. now. Less than 24 hours to go before tomorrow night. She
was far from the airport. Moreover, it would take more than ten hours to travel on the plane. Even if she
set off for the airport now, she might not be able to buy a ticket immediately. Leonard was clearly
making things difficult for her.

Summer said angrily, "Do you think I have wings so I can fly back?"

Leonard did not say anything. His attitude was already very obvious. He did not care how Summer
returned or whether she had wings. He only wanted her to return.

He was such an unreasonable man!

Summer said something more, but she didn't know if Leonard heard it or not. Finally, he only said, "I'll
pick you up."

Hearing it, Summer was shocked. Leonard then continued, "I'm eating."

He was asking Summer to hang up.

Before Summer hung up the phone, she said to him, "I can handle it. You don't have to come."

After she hang up, she remembered that she had just said a bunch of nonsense to Leonard. She hadn't
mentioned anything that mattered.

Summer put down her phone irritably and looked at the suitcase beside her.

Having stared at the suitcase for a while, she began to tidy up her belongings.

She had stayed here for a day, and she didn't have many things to pack up. She finished quickly.

If she left like this, would Connel really let her go?



If Connel would not stop Summer from leaving as Stanley said, she would believe Stanley was fine.

Having made up her mind, Summer dragged her suitcase out.

As soon as she went out, she met Jenny. Jenny held a tray in her hand, and there was a cup of coffee
on it.

When she saw Summer, she smiled and said, "Ms. Summer."

Summer guessed that Jenny was serving the coffee to Connel and asked, "Where is Connel?"

"He's in the study." Jenny looked at the suitcase behind Summer and asked with a puzzled expression,
"Ms. Summer, are you ... leaving?"

Summer did not answer Jenny and directly asked, "Where is the study? I have something to ask him."

Jenny saw that Summer did not have any intention of answering her, so she carried the tray and
walked to the front. "Follow me."

Jenny took Summer to the door at the end of the corridor. She first knocked on the door, then pushed it
open and walked in.

Summer followed behind Jenny and saw Connel sitting in front of a desk with a single glance.

Behind Connel was a large bookshelf. There were many original English hardcover books, some
decorations, and some models. How could this be a chef's study? Moreover, Summer glanced over
and saw books was about medicine. None of them about cooking.

Therefore, Connel's career as a hotel chef should only be a cover. In fact, he was probably the only
one who knew what he was actually doing.

Jenny directly walked over and placed the coffee in front of Connel. "Mr. Connel, your coffee."



Connel saw Summer.

After putting down the coffee, Jenny went out and closed the door.

"What's the matter?" Connel asked her.

Summer said straightforwardly, "I want to leave and return to Hoover City."

After a moment of silence, Connel sneered, "You've only been here for a day, but you are in such a
hurry to leave. To my surprise, Stanley would misjudge you. It seems that you don't really care about
him. You are an ungrateful woman."

His words were harsh. But somehow, Summer thought he said so deliberately.

Summer narrowed her eyes and said, "Don't talk nonsense. I want to leave now."

Connel pulled open the drawer at the side and threw a car key to her. "Goodbye."

Summer recognized the sign on the car key. It was the key of the car Connel drove when he came over
yesterday. His actions aroused Summer's suspicion.

She did not expect Connel to let her go so easily.

Summer reached out and held the car key in her hand. She said, "Will you let me go just like that?
Then why did you put so much effort into luring me into Country M?"

Connel suddenly looked up at her, his eyes filled with shocks.

Summer understood. She leaned forward with one hand on the desk and looked down at Connel,
continuing unhurriedly, "Am I right?"

Connel's eyes turned cold. "You could have left. But now, you can't."



"Since you intentionally lured me here, you should understand who Leonard is. You know Stanley
saved me, so you should know the relationship between me and Leonard. Whether I can leave or not is
not up to you."

Summer confronted Connel with a cold expression, showing no compromise at all.

Someone knocked on the door.

Then Jenny's voice sounded.

"Mr. Connel, you have a guest."

Hearing this, Connel leaned back and said, "Are you threatening me?"

"I'm not threatening you. I just want you to see the truth." Summer looked at him with a faint smile.

She hadn't even noticed that her arrogant tone was exactly the same as Leonard's.

Connel took a deep breath and waved her hand. "Alright. I have seen the truth. You can leave."

Did he make a compromise so easily again? Connel was not supposed to do it.

Although Summer had doubts, she grabbed the car key and walked out.

Summer wondered what kind of tricks Connel was trying to play.

She had only been here for twenty-four hours at most. Even though nothing had happened in these
twenty-four hours, she felt that things were getting stranger.

Perhaps, leaving this place was the best choice for her now.



Even if she stayed here all the time, other than being stuck in this villa, she could do nothing. She was
in a passive role, so it was better for her to leave, and then investigate these things in other ways.

Just as she walked out, she heard the sound of a chair sliding on the ground behind her.

Connel followed. Summer remembered that Jenny had said that there was a guest, so she heaved a
sigh of relief.

Connel went down to meet the guest, instead of changing his mind.

There was no elevator in the villa, so Summer could only carry her suitcase down by herself.

However, when she reached the stairs, someone carried her suitcase.

Summer turned around and saw Connel. He didn't say anything more to Summer and directly carried
her suitcase downstairs.


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