His Ugly Bride (Anna and Sebastian)

Chapter 104 My Name Is Douglas

Seeing her like this, those staffs hurriedly left.

One of them seemed to have always been hating Vicky. When she left, she even pretended to

inadvertently raise her foot to block Vicky's way.

When Vicky saw that they were leaving, she wanted to stop them, not noticing her feet.

As a result, she fell to the ground in front of people.

Vicky heavily fell to the ground, and her entire body hurt. She stretched out her hands, trying to get up

but failed. She was so angry that she shouted, "I will fire all of you!"

Didn't she hear those people say that they wanted to resign? So, this would just hit the spot.

Summer saw Lynn walking over from the elevator. She turned around and walked over to help Vicky,

saying, "Are you okay? It must hurt. The ground is so cold. Let me help you up."

Vicky shook off her hands and gave her a light push. "Don't pretend to be kind," she shouted.

However, Summer deliberately fell to the ground and then stood up silently.

Lynn walked over and said in a deep voice, "What's going on?"

"Dad..." Vicky had been detained in the police station for one day and one night, feeling extremely

wronged. Now when she saw Lynn, she couldn't help but start crying.

Lynn was already upset enough these past few days. Vicky said that she wanted to hook up with

Douglas to ask him for help, but in the end, she was taken to the police station.

Only then did he realize that it was impossible to rely on Vicky to help the Jarrett Group. Perhaps

Summer could do a better job.

"Get up by yourself. Look at yourself. You are a disgrace!" Lynn felt that it was too embarrassing.

Summer reached out to help Vicky. She said gently, "Vicky, I will help..."

"Piss off! Don't touch me with your dirty hands!" Vicky shook her hands away without thinking.

Summer calmly withdrew her hands.

Whose hands are dirtier?

Lynn had to rely on Summer to help the Jarrett Group now. So, upon hearing Vicky's words, he

immediately scolded her, "Watch your language!"

"Dad!" Vicky had already got up from the ground, saying, "What's wrong with you?" She remembered

that Lynn did not like Summer before, but now he scolded her for Summer.

"Let's go back home." Lynn didn't want to say anything else here.

In the past, he felt that his daughter should be doted, so he gave her whatever she wanted. But what

happened recently made him feel that Vicky had been spoiled too much.

Summer said, "Then I'm going back."

Lynn looked at Summer with a gentle expression, saying, "Alright, you can go back and talk with

Leonardo."

"Alright."

Summer walked out of the mansion with exhaustion on her face.

If Lynn was always so ruthless towards her, it wouldn't be a big deal. However, it would be even more

pathetic as he only thought of her when there was a need.

When Summer returned home, she saw Douglas sitting on the sofa in the hall.

Summer was a little surprised, saying, "You're back?"

"Yes." Leonardo looked up at her and noticed that her expression was no different. His mood

immediately became very bad.

Summer didn't feel anything about it. "Then I'll cook the dinner," she said.

She went to the kitchen. In the meanwhile, Tim delivered the documents to the villa.

When he saw Leonardo on the sofa, he asked, "Sir, shall I put these documents in your study?"

Leonardo didn't say anything. Tim consciously turned around and was about to take the documents to

the study.

However, at this moment, Leonardo said faintly, "Tim, if you don't come home one night, won't your wife

lose her temper?"

When Tim heard this, he paused and said, "Sir, I'm divorced."

Only then did Leonardo look up at him, saying, "When?"

Tim and his wife were always devoted to each other. He used to bring a lot of gifts to his wife every

time he went abroad for business.

"Half a year ago." It was clear that Tim would not say anything more about this matter.

He remembered Carl said that Leonardo did not return home last night. With Leonardo's question now,

he naturally understood.

He hesitated for a moment before deciding to remind Leonardo, "Sir, your current identity is 'Mr.

Douglas.' It doesn't seem to have anything to do with her if Mr. Douglas returns home at night or not."

Just as he finished speaking, he saw Leonardo's expression turn gloomy.

Tim lowered his head. What he said was the truth.

Leonardo coldly looked at him, saying, "You can leave now."

But he was telling the truth!

Leonardo was indeed resistant to such words right now.

When eating, Summer discovered that Douglas rarely ate and had been looking at her.

Summer touched her face and said, "What's wrong with you?"

But Douglas only glanced at her coldly, then turned around and went upstairs.

Summer had a confused expression on her face.

After she finished eating, she suddenly received a phone call from the landlord.

The landlord, a middle-aged woman, said roughly, "It's time to pay for the electricity and water. When

are you coming over?"

"I didn't live there this month. There should be no utilities, right??" She had been living in the villa

recently. The house there was rented in advance, and she could not return it before it expired. So, it

was always empty.

When the landlord heard what she said, she was unhappy, saying, "Nonsense! The lights in the house

were on last night!"

Summer was shocked. Thieves?

She stopped arguing with the landlord and said, "Alright, I'll be back tomorrow."

The next morning, she asked for leave and went to the house she rented.

When she arrived at the door, she listened tentatively to the door for a while. When she discovered that

there was no sound inside, she opened the door and entered.

When she entered, she was shocked. The room was in a mess.

There were all kinds of instant noodle boxes and snack bags on the ground, and there were game

consoles on the table.

She didn't even have a place to lay her feet!

At this moment, a slightly childish voice came from behind her, "Who are you??"

Summer turned around and saw a thin youth standing at the door. His curly hair looked messy, but he

was very exquisite and beautiful. Because she had been with Douglas for a long time, she could tell at

a glance that the brand of clothes on this youth was the same as those Douglas usually wore.

"I am the tenant of this house. Who are you?" The youth looked like around fourteen or fifteen years

old, so Summer put down her guard.

"Oh." The youth walked in and naturally placed the things in his hands on the coffee table. He sat down

on the sofa as if no one else was around. It was as if he was in his own home.

Sensing Summer's gaze, he looked up at her and said, "You're pretty. Do you have a boyfriend?"

"I..." Summer was just about to speak but she realized that she should figure out who this little boy was

first.

Summer saw how well dressed he was and guessed that he might be a runaway child. She asked with

concern, "Why do you live here? Where are your parents?"

The youth directly ignored her words and said "My name is Douglas. What's your name?"

"What?" Douglas?

Seeing Summer's shocked expression, the youth revealed a somewhat annoyed expression, "Hey, I Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

have some relationship with the Emersons in Hoover City, but you don't need to be so surprised, right?"