Her morning agitation was unexpectedly soothed by a single sentence from Damian Knight.
Soone who understands her doesn’t need explanations.
Sumr Monroe cast a deep glance at Damian Knight, suppressing the strange emotions in her heart, and nodded, "I really didn’t kill the person; it was that guy who hacked into my computer. He said he wanted to help , but I feel this is a warning. He’s figured out everything I’ve been doing in Crestfall recently, knows Clarissa Stanton is dead, and that Stella Monroe will definitely bla it on ..."
Sumr gazed into the distance, looking out at the rain that had started to fall at so unknown ti outside the window, narrowed her eyes and said, "At this ti, the family should be sending a car to pick up Stella Monroe."
When Stella Monroe returns, who knows how she’ll make a scene.
She had considered many reasons for Stella’s possible return, but she didn’t expect this to be the reason.
But perhaps even Stella herself didn’t expect to return to Stanton Manor to attend the funeral of her biological daughter.
It’s truly ironic when you think about it...
Stella must really want to co back, but attending a funeral is certainly not what she wants.
The thought of Stella coming back and going mad sent a chill down her spine.
It was at this mont that Damian Knight, sitting across from her, suddenly spoke, "Let’s get married."
"What?" Sumr looked up in astonishnt, eting the deep black eyes of Damian Knight.
The two of them locked eyes, and for a mont, Sumr seed to sll the scent of roses.
But she quickly snapped out of it, chuckling, "Are you joking with at a ti like this?"
However, Damian Knight’s expression was unusually serious.
"I’m not joking with you; I’m serious."
Sumr couldn’t keep laughing anymore, putting away her dry smile and asking, "So what do you an by that?"
Damian Knight replied, "If you marry , you can live here. Even if Stella Monroe goes mad, she can’t reach you here, and with around, she’ll think twice before trying to get to you. Also, although this villa seems sparsely furnished, it’s actually very secure, with hidden bodyguards all around. Living with , you don’t have to worry about that guy who hacked your computer threatening you."
Sumr couldn’t help but waver a bit.
She thought for a couple of seconds and said, "This is indeed a good solution, but... wouldn’t that be too much trouble for you?"
Damian Knight was taken aback, coughed lightly, and said, "Not at all. Don’t forget, my mom already set up with a blind date, but I’m not interested. You marrying would help fend off all those extraneous people."
For so reason, Sumr felt a strange sense of pleasure when Damian referred to Willow Grant as one of those "extraneous people."
"So what do you think?" Damian Knight looked deeply at her and asked, "Should we get married?"
"I..."
"Don’t rush to refuse," Damian Knight said. "This is a win-win deal for you. If in the future both you and I find soone we fancy and get a divorce, you could walk away with half my assets. Who knows, you might even make it to the Forbes list of wealthiest people."
Sumr ntally noted: Her overseas identity has long been on the Forbes list of wealthiest people.
However, her ranking is slightly lower than Damian Knight’s.
But that is only one of her identities; when you add up her other identities, her assets might not be slightly less.
So speaking of that, after the divorce, who knows who would actually gain more.
Of course, these words Sumr wouldn’t say out loud, because she knew Damian Knight didn’t care about these things either.
Sumr lowered her head, quietly contemplating for a while, and Damian Knight didn’t urge her. The two of them just sat there quietly.
What Sumr didn’t know was that Damian Knight, who seldom showed much emotion about anything, at this mont had a thin layer of sweat in his palms.
—He was afraid Sumr would refuse.
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