Chapter 748 What Do You Want From a Woman?

It turned out that Summer was right to remain silent.

It wasn't long before Trevin and Stanley quarreled.

"Stanley, what's wrong with you? Why do you give me a hard time?" Trevin could hold his temper no
more and snapped the menu onto the table. Then he pointed at Stanley and said.

Stanley casually placed his menu on the table. He was calm and cold, and so was his tone. "Easy,
man. It's just an order. People have different tastes, which is quite normal."

He cocked his head and looked at Trevin, so calm that nearly drove Trevin crazy.

"I know why you followed Summer here!" Trevin was not as calm as Stanley, and his eyes were filled
with anger.

"Well, then you must know how important it is to Summer! You have to take it seriously." It was like a
sermon to Trevin, although Stanley sounded sincere and earnest.

Trevin hated it the most when Stanley gave him a lecture. Trevin sneered and turned his gaze to
Summer, "Summer, what do you think?"

Summer was lost for words. What should she think? What should she say? Why did they involve her
into their quarrel?

"Are you done arguing?" Summer reached out and picked up the glass of water. After taking a sip, she
said leisurely, "Go on, but leave me alone."

Shocked, Trevin looked at Summer, "Why does it have nothing to do with you?"

Summer asked, "I didn't put you into a fight!"



Trevin pursed his lips and was speechless. He glared at Stanley. Stanley looked back with a clam face
without any sign of anger. Seeing him like this irritated Trevin more.

It seemed Trevin was at a disadvantage when he was angry and the other was quite the opposite.

However, with Summer's instruction, Stanley had to retreat from the fight.

When two men quieted down, Summer took the menu over and began to order.

Trevin was not good with spicy things, while Stanley was open to everything.

The saying was right. You were what you ate.

Trevin was born with a silver spoon. So, he was a bit proud and straightforward but with no bad
intention.

Stanley seemed to be the kindest. He did everything delicately. No one knew what he was thinking
about. Maybe he was now up to something evil.

Since Stanley wasn't picky about food, Summer then ordered some mild, and yet delicate dishes to
cater for Trevin's taste.

When they were eating, Trevin did not behave well. Wherever Stanley put his chopsticks, Trevin put it
too deliberately.

Summer saw what he did, but she said nothing.

Trevin was a little childish, but it also reminded her that Stanley must treat him well, or Trevin wouldn't
dare do that to him.

Stanley would go easy on Trevin because of Lester.



But he wouldn't take him seriously. To him, Trevin was nothing but a spoiled playboy.

But Summer had different thoughts from Stanley's. She felt that Trevin just had a casual attitude to life.
He did whatever pleased him. He was smart in some way.

Summer put down her chopsticks first, "I'm full."

Hearing this, two men turned to look at her.

Summer got up, saying, "I need to powder my nose."

Then she grabbed her bag and scurried out.

When she was washing her hands in the bathroom, she remembered how Stanley and Trevin had
quarreled before.

It seemed Stanley saw himself as Trevin's brother, and he talked to Trevin like a big brother. Stanley
would do that to Trevin only because of Lester. Or perhaps, Lester had asked Stanley to do so.

She thought of what Trevin had said before. He said that his father had done too much wrong, so he
had long suffered from insomnia. Did Lester really do something dirty?

If that was true, maybe Lester was the person behind Stanley!

But Trevin also mentioned that Lester once praised Leonardo. If he liked Leonardo, why would he let
Stanley do those things? Or Stanley did those things by the instruction of other's?

Bummed, Summer took a deep breath and refreshed herself by washing her face. Then she took up
her bag and returned to the room.

For no reason, Summer stopped at the door and tilted her head against the door.



"I told you before to leave her alone. She's different from the women you met before." This was
Stanley's voice.

"Indeed, so I didn't sleep with her. Instead, we became friends." Trevin was never serious.

Hearing this, Summer snorted. Why was Trevin so confident thinking he could sleep with whoever he
liked?

Stanley's voice sounded a little deep, "It's not good for you to be her friend."

"What good do I need from a woman? Instead, it's you who tried so hard to get close to her. What do
you want from her?" Trevin sneered and didn't wait for Stanley's answer, "Oh, Summer was still
Leonardo's woman then. You wanted to use her to go against Leonardo, didn't you?"

Trevin sighed and continued, "Well, Stanley, you are such a good son of my father. You had mastered
all he was capable of!"

Although Stanley had never spoken, Summer could imagine how wretched Stanley's face was.

After a few seconds, Stanley said slowly. He tried hard to suppress his anger, "You don't understand."

"Of course, I don't understand, so I couldn't do things as dirty as you did."

The room fell silent.

Summer stood straight. She waited for a while before pushing the door open.

"It took you so long. I was just about to rescue you from the bathroom." Trevin grinned when he saw
her.

Summer threw him a glare, "Thank you for your kindness, then."



Trevin only laughed and put his hand on the back of the chair where Summer had sat.

However, Summer did not sit on that chair. Instead, she sat down far away from them, saying, "Are you
guys full? I will get the check then."


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