Stella Monroe’s face alternated between blue and white, but she understood that they had fallen into Sumr Monroe’s trap once again.
This girl who seed naive about the world really had deep sches!
Stella Monroe and her mother were finally reprimanded by the officer. With no real evidence of a fight and the area being a blind spot for surveillance, they had to swallow their pride and apologize to the officer.
They say things don’t happen more than three tis; this was already the fourth ti they had stumbled because of Sumr Monroe.
They definitely could not underestimate her again!
Once the officer left, Clarissa Stanton unleashed a torrent of curses at Sumr Monroe: "Bitch! What’s with the act? Got the guts to hit but not to admit?"
Sumr Monroe shrugged: "I didn’t do anything, so what is there to admit?"
"Shaless!"
"Learned it from you."
"You—"
Clarissa Stanton realized her words were no match for Sumr Monroe and was instantly enraged. If it weren’t for Stella Monroe holding her back, she might have rushed at Sumr again.
Just then, the family car arrived, and Stella Monroe imdiately took Clarissa Stanton into the car.
This ti, Stella Monroe couldn’t be bothered even to put on a show of decorum and left without Sumr Monroe.
Sumr Monroe had her own matters to attend to. Originally, she needed an excuse to get off midway, but seeing Stella leave without her, she just slightly curled her lips—it worked out well for her.
Taxis were hard to co by at the airport, so Sumr waited patiently by the roadside.
Before long, a black business car stopped in front of her.
Sumr Monroe took two steps back cautiously, only to see the backseat window roll down, revealing Damian Knight’s face.
Just as Sumr hesitated about whether to greet Damian Knight, he spoke first: "Lost your mory again?"
Sumr Monroe felt awkward: "I didn’t..."
"If not, then get in," Damian Knight’s tone was unquestionable.
Sumr Monroe hesitated for a mont and refused: "I’ll just catch a cab myself..."
"Why? You think I have so designs on you?" Damian Knight glanced at her askance, clearly looking at her but seeming not to see her at all, evidently dismissing her.
Sumr Monroe was speechless, not narcissistic enough to think he was interested in her, alright?
But since Damian Knight said so, Sumr didn’t want to waste any more ti and directly got in from the other side of the car.
Once the door closed, Sumr Monroe said: "Just drop at the bank nearby, thank you."
Damian Knight did not speak, focusing on the newspaper in his hands as if Sumr Monroe wasn’t even there.
The assistant in the front seat wondered why Damian Knight, who never read newspapers in the car, suddenly did, and seeing his deliberate ignoring of Sumr, he made so guesses.
Sotis the more indifferent one acts, the more they actually care inside.
The assistant speculated that Sumr Monroe’s identity was unusual and proactively responded for Damian Knight, "We’ll take you to the bank near Three Bridges; it’s easier to catch a cab there."
"Thank you," Sumr Monroe sincerely expressed her gratitude.
"No problem..." The assistant couldn’t help but smile.
When a beautiful woman thanks you, anyone would involuntarily smile.
However, the next mont, the assistant caught a glimpse of Damian Knight’s cold stare in the rearview mirror, a gaze that seed capable of killing.
The assistant was so scared he broke into a cold sweat, daring not to exchange another word with Sumr Monroe.
Half an hour later, they reached the Three Bridges Bank. Just as Sumr was about to thank them after getting off, Damian Knight had already instructed the driver: "Drive!"
The car sped away, leaving Sumr Monroe bewildered.
What on earth was he so upset about?
Sumr Monroe decided not to bother with him, took the supplentary card Henry Stanton had given her, and headed into the bank.
A few minutes later, Sumr Monroe erged from the bank.
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