The Billionaire CEO Wants to Marry Me Every Day-Chapter 296: A Feast for the Ears
Summer was in a daze.
Henry Stanton hurried over and said, "Sadie, I’m heading to the company. There’s a shareholder meeting tonight, I almost forgot about it. Keep an eye on things here. I don’t think anyone will come by tonight. And remember to take good care of Young Master Knight, don’t let him feel any discomfort, understood?"
Summer nodded, smiling, "Okay, Dad, you focus on your work, leave the house to me."
"Alright, I’m off then." Henry Stanton turned and quickly left.
He didn’t notice that as he turned, Summer’s gaze shifted from soft to sharp like a blade.
She squinted her eyes coldly, her profile appearing even more chill under the candlelight in the garden.
As she suspected, Henry Stanton and Stella Monroe were both involved in her mother’s death!
But the strange thing was that Stella stubbornly refused to divulge any details, as if someone else was involved.
However, she wasn’t in a rush. Since these two were confirmed as perpetrators in her mother’s murder, she could start planning her revenge.
Henry Stanton and Stella Monroe, she wouldn’t let either of them go!
The quiet back garden.
The white candlelight flickered like a snake’s tongue.
The red coffin lay silently, rustling as the wind blew through the leaves.
This scene would send chills down anyone’s spine.
But Summer stood there alone for a long time, her expression calm, as if she were just taking a stroll in a normal garden.
The butler, patrolling the garden, saw Summer standing alone and hurriedly approached, saying, "Young Miss, if you’re afraid, you don’t have to keep vigil here, we’ll keep watch."
"Afraid?" Summer smiled slightly.
The deceased are gone, what is there to fear?
Afraid of ghosts?
If such things really existed, her mother would have taken Henry Stanton and Stella Monroe away long ago.
Dead is dead, like a lamp extinguished, nothing can be done. So she must live well and bring the culprits to justice!
The night breeze was slightly cool.
Summer tightened her coat, saying, "I am a bit scared... so I’ll leave here to you."
The butler scratched his head, that’s what she said, but why did she seem not afraid at all?
Is it his illusion?
Girls her age are usually afraid of the dark, afraid of ghosts.
The butler, a bit dull-witted, didn’t think much of it, nodding repeatedly, "You go rest, dinner is ready. You can call Young Master Knight down for dinner."
Summer hadn’t seen Damian Knight all afternoon. The butler’s mention reminded her that Damian Knight was still at her home.
She quickly asked, "Where is he?"
The butler pointed upstairs, "In your room, been there all afternoon, hasn’t called for us. Would you like to check on him now?"
"I’ll go right away." Summer straightened her clothes, bypassed the garden, and hurried to her room.
He stayed in her room all afternoon... she wondered if Damian Knight would be bored to death.
However, when Summer pushed the door open, she realized she was overthinking it.
Damian Knight was using her computer for a video conference.
Upon hearing her enter, Damian Knight glanced over and made a gesture indicating she should wait.
Summer nodded and quietly sat on the sofa.
The meeting was an overseas one, conducted entirely in English.
Damian Knight’s English was very fluent, with a pure London accent, coupled with his naturally deep, seductive voice, it was a veritable auditory feast.
