"I see. Thank you." Summer slowly started the car.
Trevin gave her more tips, and she acknowledged them.
Hanging up the phone, she looked tired. Just as she put it aside, it rang again.
She parked her car by the roadside before answering it. It was Eliza his time.
She would not call unless it was urgent.
Summer picked it up and asked, "What happened?"
"Nothing. I just want to talk about the new script over dinner." There wasn't any noise in the
background, so Summer guessed she was in her office.
Summer sighed, "Lost City 2 hasn't released, and you are inviting me to discuss a new script with you?
Ms. Austin, take a chill pill, will you?"
Eliza said, "The shooting is over. The post-production isn't your concern. Therefore, you should get
ready to write a new script."
Summer thought for a moment before answering, "No, I don't have the time. I am occupied."
"Occupied? What is it? You were in such a hurry and left before the finishing feast ended. What exactly
are you doing here to help?" Eliza sounded curious instead of suspicious.
Nevertheless, an assumption popped into Summer's mind—Eliza might be fishing.
"It's just something personal. Stop trying to trick me." Summer didn't have time to deal with Eliza right
now.
"What exactly is going on? Is it about Leonardo?" Eliza blurted out because she was dying to know the
answer.
"It's none of your business." Summer wouldn't tell her and insisted it didn't concern her.
Eliza had to drop it. "Alright, forget it."
She sounded disappointed, but Summer did not say anything else. She knew Eliza was just hotheaded
instead of being mad.
Summer said goodbye and put down her phone, hearing someone knocking on the car window. She
looked up and discovered it was Stanley.
What a small world for enemies. She should have kept driving.
She could not pretend not to see him when he had just knocked on the window, so she lowered it and
asked indifferently, "Is something the matter?"
"Yes." Stanley said briefly without giving her the specifics.
Apparently, he wanted to talk in the car. She hesitated for a moment before saying, "Get in."
He circled to the other side, opened the passenger door, and sat in.
Taking a deep breath, he asked, "Are you really planning on taking Trevin's help in the lawsuit?"
"What else can I do? Asking for your help?" Summer was upset to see him.
"I can help you find someone." He frowned slightly and said, "Although Trevin is a Juris Doctor, he has
little experience in a court. He won't take this seriously or try his best. Even if he will, he isn't that
good."
Summer asked with a cold face, "And you are?"
"I know Leonardo, so I have a way to defeat him," he said extremely calmly, as if it was a piece of cake.
She assessed him and said, "I have signed the contract with Trevin. Are you asking me to break it?"
He sensed her impatience and continued, "Summer, this is not a joke. You should know that."
"Talk to Trevin. After all, he is your adoptive father's biological son. You are sort of his big brother, aren't
you?" She sneered, "Are you getting off? If not, I am heading straight downtown."
She started the car as she spoke.
Stanley wouldn't give up so easily and didn't get out of the car.
She didn't chase him away. While driving, she called Trevin, "It's been a long day. I'll treat you to
dinner."
Trevin agreed to it right away. "Golden Cauldron Club?"
"It's up to you. I'm okay with anything."
"Then Golden Cauldron! I'll be right there."
Summer put her phone down and turned to look at Stanley. "Do you want to join us?"
"Why not?" He looked ahead calmly.
Summer didn't start a chitchat and drove to the club.
Trevin was a fan of having fun. When Summer arrived at the club, he was waiting at the door.
"I've been standing here for a while. I just wanted to...." Trevin paused when he saw Stanley behind
Summer, finishing his sentence in a whisper, "wait for you inside...."
"You don't need me to introduce you, right? You should know each other." She walked to Trevin and
smiled at them.
Trevin raised his eyebrows and said unhappily, "No."
The trio entered Golden Cauldron Club and walked towards the elevator.
Summer walked in the front, while the men followed behind. They were both tall and handsome.
Although plenty of men in the club were like that, they were new here and attracted a lot of attentions.
Summer noticed that and kept her distance from the pair of newbies.
The elevator finally arrived, and she quickly walked in. Arriving the floor, she found a private room.
They all sat down around the dining table. Trevin and Stanley were seated on both sides of her.
They each had a menu. Trevin flipped through it and called for a waiter. "This steamed fish looks nice. I
want one."
Stanley raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "I want roasted fish with more chili sauce."
Trevin flicked him a glance and said to the waiter, "And this dessert."
Stanley asked without looking up, pointing at a pastry, "Is this salty?"
The waiter was confused and looked at Summer as if he was asking for help.
Trevin grew up abroad, so he loved local food. That was why Summer brought him here.
Maybe they didn't like each other, and they ordered food with opposite flavors.
Summer could only watch as the two grown men with a combined age of over sixty locked horns.
She picked up her glass and took a sip, pretending not to notice the waiter's pleading eyes.
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