Did she really not want to talk to him? Not even a word?His face darkened even more with a sullen look in his eyes. His mood had hit a new low.But Summer just did not care. As soon as the car stopped, she opened the door and got out, not sparing a glance for him.He swallowed, looking on with deadly eyes as she disappeared from his sight. Stomping his foot on the accelerator, he drove the car forward like an arrow firing from a bow. He had no way to vent his anger. He just wished he could strangle and torture her.The senior executives of Valentine Group had been on pins and needles for the past few days because they were afraid that they might inadvertently anger their company president.No one knew what happened to him recently. Every day, some poor guys would get their heads bitten off for some reasons. His temper had flared to an unprecedented level.Could it be that the company president was at that time of the month, like he was a woman? They thought to themselves.…The
Yvette slapped the newspaper onto the table.A striking headline spread across the front page in red: ‘Summer Hart Spends a Night with Her Lover.’Candid photos of a tall man embracing Summer in his arms, with his black jacket on her, were under the headline. The man was seen whispering into her ear, probably talking about some lovey-dovey stuff. Their actions looked intimate.A second photo showed Summer’s hand was through the man’s arm and her cheeks looked flushed. She must be drunk, and they were hugging each other tightly and going inside a room.As if on purpose, a photo of Mark was placed alongside these two photos to make a glaring, humiliating contrast.This undoubtedly aroused Yvette’s anger. She was so furious that her face contorted.“Where is my cell phone? Call Mark now!” She was in a rage. Something came to mind, and she suddenly said, “Wait a minute. Wait for Mark to come back.”‘This ill-bred woman has brought shame to the Valentine family!’She picked up her h
Summer saw his hesitation. “Dean, do you have something to say?” she asked.After a moment, Dean took out a newspaper from his side and handed it to her.She was puzzled. But when she took the newspaper in her hand and saw the red headline, she was stunned. But it was just for a split second before she regained her composure.Dean rubbed his hands awkwardly. “Have I caused you trouble?”Putting the newspaper aside, Summer chuckled and shook her head. “Not at all. Those reporters just made things up. Truth will speak for itself. Instead of you causing me trouble, I am afraid that I have affected your reputation as a police officer.”“Huh?” Dean had no idea what she meant.“The upright, staid, and honest Officer Singleton made the headlines for a married woman—is it not tarnishing your image in the police force?” She sounded serious, but still with a smile on her face.“I know what kind of person you are. And like you said, truth would speak for itself.”Summer glanced at him twi
She guessed it right; Yvette was after this incident. “We are friends. That time I was drunk, and he took care of me all night.”Yvette’s face was filled with disdain. “Who would believe it?”“I believe her!” Jazz stood up from the settee.“There is no place for you to speak here. Just stay quiet.” Yvette shot a reprimanding glance at Jazz and then turned back to Summer. “Since you have lassoed Mark with the child in your womb and married into the Valentine family, can’t you keep your place? Why do you still mess around?”Summer’s face darkened and she said nothing. But Jazz lost his cool and shouted, “That’s enough!”“Enough of what? Jazz, have you seen that newspaper, and how she has made your brother a cuckold and brought shame to our family?” Yvette did not mince her words.Jazz really could not stand it anymore. “She is not that kind of person. I believe her. Those reporters made things up!”“You believe her? But I don’t. She still doesn’t know how to restrain herself even
Jazz’s words had undoubtedly agitated Yvette even more. She raised her hand and slapped him one more time.Raine could not bear to see this and stepped forward to intervene. She grabbed Yvette’s hand. “Enough, Yevette.”Raine felt a sense of relief when she heard what Jazz said. She even took delight at that and could not describe that feeling in words.Mark did not sleep with Summer because he loved her, but because he was drunk.This revelation made her feel better compared to the depressed and anxious state she was in for the past few days. At this time, the corners of her mouth turned up involuntarily in a smile.Summer gripped at Jazz’s arm to motion him not to speak anymore. She looked at his red and swollen face with concern. Why did he want to get himself involved? But Jazz did not listen, and he continued to speak. “Why do you insult Summer without knowing the facts?”Yvette was so furious that she became short of breath and words stuck in her throat.Upon seeing this
Yvette slumped down on the settee, catching her breath.She could not believe that she had such a treacherous son.Summer looked at Jazz from behind as he stormed out of the house. She was worried about him and wanted to give chase.But Mark grabbed her wrist again, stopping her from doing so. She stood there and could do nothing.Just then, Summer suddenly realized that she was too reckless. If she gave chase, it would not do Jazz any good.Yvette looked at Mark. “Have you read today’s headlines?”“Yeah,” Mark said.“Don’t you have anything to say to me?”“The media are just trying to attract eyeballs by making up such headlines,” Mark said with a deep voice.Summer looked over at Mark with her eyes narrowed.Yvette was startled. “I checked the time. That night was your birthday. She made an excuse, saying that she had a stomachache, and left. But after that, she was in a man’s arms as they went into a room in the middle of the night.”Mark’s eyes narrowed, his voice indiff
Mark forced his fist on the steering wheel and said in a deep, gloomy voice. “When will you be normal again?”“I am normal now,” Summer said flatly.Damn it! How he wished he could ravage her and rip that damn expression off her face.He turned the steering wheel to the left and looked at her. “Let us talk tonight,” he said, spelling out the words.Summer ignored him and looked out of the window listlessly. She did not think there was anything to talk about between them.Just then, a cell phone rang and Mark picked up his. It was Harry, his assistant. “Mr. Valentine, the meeting started half an hour ago. When will you be back?”“Halt the meeting for half an hour,” he ordered in a deep voice, and then hung up.Earlier, when the meeting first started, he saw his assistant hid a newspaper behind him, and the principal of the school called at the same time. His secretary asked if he would like to answer it.There was only one reason for the principal to call him, and that reason wa
Summer was even more puzzled. “Since you are from Class Ten, why not go back to your class?”A boy sitting in the front row put his hand to his forehead in an I-can’t-even fashion. “Ms. Hart, they are all here to see Jazz.”Hearing that, the female students sitting in the back rows nodded and became even more excited. “Why hasn’t Jazz come to class yet, Ms. Hart?”“Did he ask for leave? Did he say when he would return to school?”“Will he come this afternoon?”The girls were all scrambling to ask questions, as if Jazz was a celebrity and they were his diehard fan.Summer was bemused, knocking the blackboard eraser on the podium, and then said in a clear and loud voice, “This is a school, not a fan meeting. All go back to your class.”But those female students still refused to give up and continued to ask, “Will Jazz come to school this afternoon?”“Do you want the principal to ‘invite’ you all back personally?” These were truly diehard fangirls.Upon hearing this, those girls