Sumr glanced at it, and upon seeing that long string of numbers, a sense of disdain arose within her.
However, she didn’t reveal any trace of her true emotions on her face, sweetly responding with an "Okay" before turning to leave the study.
The mont she turned around, Sumr’s smile vanished, and she returned indifferently to her room.
Yet, as soon as Sumr entered her room, she received a call from an unfamiliar number.
The number’s local area was Crestfall, and she tilted her head in suspicion. This was the number Henry Stanton had registered for her, and not many people would contact her on it. Who could be calling?
Sumr pressed the answer button curiously, and asked in confusion, "Hello, who is this?"
It was a woman’s voice, and the other party said directly in an unfriendly tone, "Where are you? Let’s et."
Sumr confird that she hadn’t heard this voice before, frowning as she said, "I think you have the wrong number?"
"I didn’t dial the wrong number," the other party said coldly. "I’m Damian Knight’s mother. I’ll et you at the Midnight Coffee House in Knight Plaza in half an hour."
After saying this, the other party directly hung up the phone without giving her a chance to refuse.
Sumr’s eyes flickered gently as she put her phone away.
If she rembered correctly, Damian Knight’s mother was nad Susan Stone.
As far as she knew, once Susan made a decision, she wouldn’t give others a chance to refuse, quite like Damian Knight in that way.
Sumr recalled that Damian had ntioned Susan Stone and her mother were once close friends. Maybe she could learn sothing from her about her mysterious father.
Therefore, Sumr didn’t let Susan Stone’s harsh attitude deter her from attending the eting. She opened the door and used Damian Knight’s invitation for a late-night snack as an excuse to tell Henry Stanton.
Upon hearing that it was Damian Knight asking her out, Henry imdiately agreed with a cheerful smile, even "thoughtfully" advising, "Daddy’s not an old fogey, so I won’t say co ho early. Just go have fun."
In other words — it didn’t matter if she didn’t co ho at night.
What an enlightened "good dad."
Sumr forced a smile, took a taxi, and headed out.
The sky had fully darkened.
At this ti, there was no traffic congestion in Imperia, and in less than half an hour, Sumr arrived at the eting spot Susan Stone had specified.
Sumr had shot so photos at this Midnight Coffee House before, and as she walked in, the staff greeted her with excitent.
"Miss Sadie, what brings you here? Are you here for coffee? We’ve got new releases today, would you like to try them?"
Sumr politely declined with a faint smile, her gaze swept around the coffee house but did not spot Susan Stone.
She asked the staff, "Are there any private rooms here? I have an appointnt with soone, but I’m not sure where she is."
"Ah, yes, there are private rooms. Two guests have made an appointnt and said they’re expecting soone. Shall I take you there?"
"Yes, thank you." Sumr nodded and followed the staff to the private room.
As soon as the private room door was pushed open, Sumr saw the elegant and dignified Susan Stone.
And the girl sitting beside Susan Stone, smiling sweetly.
That girl was the sa one who ca looking for Damian Knight at the end of the shoot.
By bringing this girl to their eting, Susan Stone’s intentions were evident.
Upon hearing the door open, they both turned to look toward the entrance.
At the sight of Sumr, they both simultaneously frowned.
Willow Grant frowned either upon seeing Sumr again or being stunned by Sumr’s appearance.
As for Susan Stone, she was more shocked than displeased.
Compared to the photos, she looked even more like her late friend in person.
The resemblance was not just in appearance but also in aura.
Both of them had an aura as gentle as the moon, an aura that couldn’t be fabricated with makeup.
Susan Stone couldn’t help but tighten her grip on the coffee cup in her hand.
How could it be... so similar? Could it really be just a coincidence?
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