Chapter 752 This Isn&##x27;t Proper

Summer placed the glass of water in front of Bruce and sat opposite, saying, "Now can you tell me
what happened to you?"

Bruce picked up the glass and looked at Summer. "I'll drink some water first."

Summer nodded, "Go ahead."

Bruce drank the water, looking absent-minded. After he put down the glass, he had a tense look on his
face, as if he didn't know how to start.

Summer tilted her head slightly and leaned back with her arms crossed, looking calm. "Bruce, you're
odd today."

"Am I?" Bruce tilted his mouth upwards at the corners, forcing a smile.

Summer felt more curious.

She looked closely at Bruce, who was wearing his usual clothes. After all, he only wore those two sets
of clothes, and Summer remembered them well.

He didn't seem injured, nor did he look sad.

This was strange. Summer couldn't figure out why Bruce behaved so strange.

Tim felt uneasy under Summer's sharp gaze. He picked up the glass and drank some water.

After that, he looked at Summer and said, "Forget it. Let's not talk about me anymore. What about you?
Do you have any chance of winning the lawsuit against Leonardo?"

Summer paused and said, "The chance is slim, but I have to win."



As if he had finally found a proper topic, Bruce got much more natural. "It's a bit difficult for you to
defeat him."

"I know."

"But there is still hope."

"Yes."

Bruce pursed his lips, not knowing what to say. Usually they did not talk much with each other, and
Summer was getting embarrassed.

Suddenly, Bruce rose up and said, "I remember that I'm stewing soup at home. I'll go back now."

Without waiting for Summer to say anything, he ran away from her home.

When Summer looked back, she saw that the door was closed.

She was bewildered. What was wrong with Bruce?

Outside the door.

As soon as Bruce closed the door, he took out his phone and dialed a number.

The phone was answered quickly.

"Leonardo, what do you think I am? I'm a bodyguard, not a nanny. Why do you ask me to fish for
information when something happens to your wife? If you ask me to do that again, I'll..."

Leonardo interrupted him, "Did she say anything?"

Bruce said grumpily, "Nothing."



Leonardo paused for a while and said, "I see."

Feeling that Leonardo was about to hang up, Bruce remembered something and asked, "Don't hang up
so quickly. You know it when Summer stays up late, and you know it when she's sick. Even when she
is in a bad mood, you know it as well! Did you install surveillance equipment at her home?"

Bruce had been thinking of this question for a long time, but he had either forgotten or had no time to
ask him.

Leonardo did not give him any answer, hanging up the phone directly.

Bruce sneered and muttered to himself, "This pervert..." He put the phone back in his pocket and
strode back to his home.

Leonardo hung up on Bruce and called Tim, "Come in."

Tim quickly came in.

"Mr. Emerson, what can I help you?"

Leonardo said, "Go check who Summer met after she left Golden Cauldron Club."

Ever since Tim found out about Leonardo's plan, Leonardo had brazenly asked him to investigate on
Summer's whereabouts.

"Yes." Tim answered and turned to leave.

As he got to the door, he heard Leonardo's voice from behind. "Hurry up."

Tim had to answer again before he opened the door and left.

It wasn't long before Tim came back.



He stood in front of Leonardo's desk, holding a stack of files in his hand. "After Mrs. Emerson left
Golden Cauldron, she was driving home, but there was a car following her on the way. In fact, it was
her biological mother, Karen, stalking her."

As Leonardo listened, he flipped through the documents. When he heard the name, he paused.

"Karen?" He hasn't heard the name for a long time.

"Right." Tim nodded and continued, "Mrs. Emerson chatted with her biological mother in the car for a
while, but it didn't seem to be a pleasant talk, as the two of them had an argument. After that, Mrs.
Emerson went back."

Leonardo leaned back in his chair and frowned slightly. "Can you find out what they were talking
about?"

"I didn't bug her car. How can I find out that out?"

Tim was only complaining. When he saw Leonardo turning serious, he asked in disbelief, "Mr.
Emerson, you are not thinking of bugging her car, are you?"

"What do you think?" Leonardo asked in reply with a faint smile, his eyes darkening.

"This ... isn't proper." Tim understood Leonardo, but he could not agree with him.

Leonardo lowered his head and got down to his work. "You can leave now."

Tim turned to leave. When he got to the door, he heard Leonardo's commanding voice from behind.
"Find an opportunity and get it done as soon as possible."

Tim staggered at the order, almost falling to the ground.



He thought that Leonardo had dropped the idea of bugging Summer's car. To his surprise, Leonardo
would actually ask him to do this...

"Mr. Emerson..." Tim tried to dissuade him, "If Mrs. Emerson finds out about this, she will definitely get
angry..."

The relationship between people was simple and complex. Leonardo meant well. He cared about
Summer, but this method was not desirable...

Tim stood at the door for a long while, but Leonardo did not look up at him.

Tim knew that Leonardo had made up his mind and he wouldn't listen to other people at all.

Tim had to push open the door and go out.

In the evening, Tim drove to pick up Rosie after school. At the gate of the kindergarten, he met
Summer.

Summer greeted him, "Hello, Tim."

"Ms. Summer." Tim smiled.

Summer smiled back and said, "I'm going to take Rosie to my place today. I sent a message to
Leonardo. Didn't he tell you?"

"Mr. Emerson didn't tell me." Tim patted his head and said, "I forgot to take an urgent document for Mr.
Emerson. I'll make a phone call first."

He turned around and took a few steps away. He dialed a number and said, "Find a chance to pierce
the tire of my car."



After hanging up the phone, Tim walked back to the kindergarten gate and looked inside, "Rosie is
coming out soon."

Summer nodded, feeling that Tim was a bit odd today.

Not long after, Rosie came out.

"Mom!" Rosie happily ran to Summer. When she saw Tim, she greeted him sweetly, "Hello, Uncle Tim."

Afterwards, they walked towards the parking lot.

When Tim walked to the car, he exclaimed in shock, "Why? The tire is flat!"

Summer's car was nearby. She turned to look at him. "Tim, what's wrong with the tire?"

"It's flat." Tim frowned with a grim face. "The tire has been pierced."

Summer recalled that Tim had forgotten an urgent document behind, so she offered, "Let me give you
a lift. It's on my way."

Tim nodded and said politely, "Ms. Summer, thank you so much."

He walked towards Summer and lied without blinking, "Ms. Summer, let me drive. I have an
emergency. Can I drive your car to the company after you get home with Rosie?"


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