Predestined Marriage
Chapter 264 Subpoena

When the bodyguards and servants saw Summer get herself a brick, they all went to her nervously.

"Mrs. Emerson, what are you doing?"

Summer glanced at them and said, "I'm not in a good mood. I'm gonna take it in and smash something for fun."

The on-lookers were all lost for words.

No one stopped her, so she just took the brick and went to Leonardo's study.

The bodyguards couldn't stop her, but kept an eye on her.

Seeing Summer entering Leonardo's study with a brick, a bodyguard called his boss, "Mr. Emerson, Mrs. Emerson went into your study with a brick."

"What is she going to do?"

"She said she needed to smash things to cheer her up."

"Oh, leave her alone."

That bodyguard was speechless again.

Perhaps that was what rich people did for fun.

In the study.

Summer sat on the floor and smashed the drawer with all her might.

Naturally, everything Leonardo used was of the best quality.

Summer took a lot of effort to break it open.

She threw the brick aside, dusted the ash from her hands and opened the drawer. Inside was a household register.

Summer opened it and saw her name on it.

She hastily took it out. When she was about to leave, she caught a glimpse of an exquisite box in the drawer.

It looked delicate and sophisticated. The material was superior, obviously a customized item.

This was enough to show how precious the content was to Leonardo.

What could it be?

She didn't know Leonardo had kept it.

It must be very important to him.

Summer wanted to see what was inside, but she stopped halfway through.

But at the end, her curiosity prevailed.

She opened the exquisite box and found a very old pen.

Summer recognized the brand logo on the pen, which was very popular when she was a child. She remembered she even got one as a prize from school. This brand of fountain pen was affordable, but the production of pen had stopped for years.

She never expected Leonardo would keep one.

In fact, this pen had no value for collection. It was just a product from the production line, but Leonardo placed it in a specially-made box. This box was more valuable than this pen.

Summer looked up in her phone the date when this kind of pen stopped production. She found Leonardo had kept it for roughly ten years. Ten years ago, Leonardo was only sixteen or seventeen years old.

Was it from a girl?

Realizing what she was thinking, Summer mumbled to herself irritably, "I shouldn't care. It has nothing to do with me!" Anyway, she was about to separate from Leonardo.

Summer pursed her lips and put the pen back. After cleaning up the study, she got up and went back to her room.

She put her household register, passport and ID card together and hid them in a safe place.

At night.

Leonardo came back at dinner time for the first time.

Summer was sitting at the dining table. Just as she was about to eat, she saw his slender figure walking in from outside.

He sat down across from summer, smelt cold and wet.

Ava offered him a bowl and chopsticks.

Didn't he say he would be busy lately? He even had time for dinner?

He knew she had sneaked into his study, smashed the drawer open and stole the household register.

After they finished the meal quietly, Leonardo faintly asked as expected, "What did you smash for fun?" Summer knew it was his bodyguards who told him.

When did telling Leonardo everything she did became their fun?

Summer just gave up lying, "I smashed the drawer."

Leonardo would know it sooner or later. There was no need to hide.

Hearing this, Leonardo's face suddenly changed. He stood up and walked upstairs without saying a word.

Summer looked at his back with mixed feelings.

She had never seen him like this before.

Summer raised her head and blinked her sour eyes. After calming herself down, she got up and followed him.

The study was wide open. Leonardo stood behind the desk, holding the box containing the pen in his hand.

Summer folded her arms and leaned against the door, her tone carrying a little jealousy, "It is just a pen. Who gave it to you? Your first love?"

Leonardo didn't even look up. He just carefully wiped the pen and put it back inside.

Instead of putting the box in the drawer, he locked it in the safe.

Seeing this, Summer clenched her hands tightly and returned to the bedroom with her lips pursed.

Out of sight, out of mind!

Men were all bastard!

When Leonardo walked in, he saw Summer flipping through a magazine. She turned every page in less than three seconds. She was apparently not reading it. He walked up to her and grabbed the magazine away.

"Give it to me." Summer raised her hand to get it back. She looked up and stared at him with raised eyebrows.

Leonardo opened his mouth and smiled coldly, "Do you think I will let you go just because you got your household register?"

"I'm not your pet. I can go wherever I want. Why do I need your permission?" Summer raised her head, her face full of arrogance, not giving in.

The smile on Leonardo's face turned into a sneer, "You can try."

The confidence in his eyes looked like sarcasm to her.

She hadn't done anything, and Leonardo had seen through it and knew she would definitely fail.

Summer was annoyed.

The irritation was not only because she knew she was no match for Leonardo, but also because she realized that she was fighting this alone. Facing Leonardo, she had no chance to resist at all.

It was the first night Leonardo stayed at home since Mr. Charlie's accident.

They slept on the two sides of the bed, with no intimate hug and no communication.

The next morning.

They woke up almost at the same time.

Summer went downstairs before Leonardo.

A bodyguard was standing in the hall.

When he saw Summer, he greeted, "Mrs. Emerson."

"What's up?" Summer felt he had some news for her, so she walked over.

He handed her an envelope.

She stared at it for a moment and vaguely knew what was inside.

Then, she reached out and took it.

She opened it and found it was a subpoena as expected.

The injury on Mr. Charlie had constituted a criminal offense. But Summer was pregnant, so she was freed on bail pending an appeal.

Footsteps sounded behind her.

She knew it was Leonardo coming down.

She turned around and raised the subpoena, mocking, "You have a part to play here, don't you?"