Predestined Marriage
Chapter 556 I Won't Let You Get on the Plane

Summer followed behind and watched as Connel easily carried her suitcase downstairs. She began to examine him.

If it was Stanley who helped her carry her suitcase, she wouldn't feel strange.

However, it was Connel, which seemed a little incongruous.

Connel put down her suitcase. When he turned around, he saw Summer staring at him.

He tried to avoid her gaze, but he quickly calmed down. "Let's go."

Summer had a strange feeling.

Noticing that she didn't move, Connel asked, "Don't you want to leave?"

Summer walked over and reached out to grab the suitcase. After a while, she said, "Thank you."

However, Connel's expression did not change at all.

Summer didn't say anything else and walked out with the suitcase.

She put the suitcase in the back row and sat in front to drive.

When she started the car, she looked out of the window.

Everything she saw was exactly the same as the day she first arrived.

She had a premonition that this matter would not end so easily.

The car slowly moved forward. Before she drove for a long distance, she saw a black car coming towards her.

Summer subconsciously paid attention to it. From the driving mirror, she saw that the black car stopped at the entrance of Connel's villa.

Then the driver got out of the car and opened the door of the back seat. An old man wearing a gentleman's hat got out.

The old man wore a black coat and a thick scarf. Summer couldn't see his face clearly.

Suddenly, the old man looked over.

Summer abruptly withdrew her gaze. In the next moment, she felt a little regretful. Why didn't she take another look at the old man just now? As long as she did it, she could see his face clearly. Perhaps that old man was Connel and Stanley's foster father.

Summer was rather curious about their foster father.

He raised such an outstanding pair of adopted sons like Stanley and Connel, which meant he was definitely not an ordinary person.

But now that everything was in a mess, Summer could only return to Hoover City for the time being.

Summer drove to the airport.

She searched the Internet and found that there were tickets left, perhaps because it was off-season for traveling.

Summer looked at her watch and chose a ticket for the nearest departure.

After buying the ticket, Summer found that there was still a long time for the plane to take off. She picked a coffee shop and sat there, flipping through a magazine out of boredom. She had just read a few pages when she felt as if someone was watching her.

Summer lifted her gaze vigilantly and looked around.

There were quite a few people in the café, but they were all talking in a low voice. Most of them looked normal at first glance.

Suddenly, Summer turned around and saw the back of a man's head.

The man sat upright on the sofa, looking a little stiff.

Summer stood up and patted the man on the shoulder, "Sir, can I borrow a light?"

The man had blonde hair and was a native. So, Summer spoke the local language.

The man stiffened in shock. Then he turned around and spread out his hands. "Miss, I don't smoke."

Summer somewhat found these blonde foreigners hard to distinguish, feeling that they all looked the same.

Summer revealed an apologetic smile, "Sorry to interrupt you."

The man nodded and didn't say anything else.

Summer glanced at him and pulled her suitcase out.

After exiting the café, she observed for a moment and walked towards a corner where there were few people. When she entered the corner, she hid against the wall.

Not long after, the blonde man who was just in the coffee shop walked over.

Before he could see Summer, Summer took advantage of his carelessness to push out her suitcase and smash it onto him.

Although the man was sturdy, he was not prepared at all. He was struck so fiercely that he fell straight to the ground.

Because Summer would take a plane, she wore leisure clothes that was convenient for her to move around.

Taking advantage of the fact that the man was lying on the ground, Summer quickly walked over and kicked his joints. The man was unable to get up for a while. Then, she smashed the cup she had just taken out of the coffee shop from her pocket and held a fragment against his neck, threatening, "Tell me who sent you to follow me and what do you want from me?"

Summer used to fight with Jessica, so she was experienced.

The golden-haired man gulped in the cold air in pain. He cursed hugging his head. "I don't know who asked me to follow you. He gave me a sum of money and asked me to keep you from boarding the plane...."

Summer's expression turned cold. "To keep me from boarding the plane?"

As expected, someone didn't want her to leave Country M so easily.

"Anything else?" Summer pressed the glass fragment against his neck again, and her originally soft voice was filled with ruthlessness.

The blonde felt humiliated to be restrained by a woman, but he could not break free. He was so angry that he cursed before he answered, "That man said that I only needed to hold you back. He would take care of the rest!"

"I don't believe you." Summer pressed down the glass fragment she was holding, and blood spurted out.

Her voice was cold, sounded somewhat intimidating.

"I've already told you everything I know! Let me go now, or I'll call for help!" Driven to desperation, the blonde man started shouting.

When Summer heard someone approaching, she threw the fragment in her hand and scratched her hair. She knelt on the ground to make herself look pitiful. Then, she pretended to be extremely panicked. "I'm sorry, sir, I really didn't see you just now. I didn't mean to knock you down...."

As she spoke, her eyes were filled with panic, as if she had been bullied.

When other people came over, they saw this scene.

The blonde man was about 2 meters tall. Although Summer wasn't short among the women in the country, she was slender, looking weak.

Comparing the two figures, passers-by would naturally stand on Summer's side.

The blonde man shouted, "Don't slander me! I didn't do anything to you!"

He made the deal because he felt that it was very easy to prevent a woman from boarding a plane. However, he didn't expect that this beautiful woman from H Country would be so difficult to deal with! Summer looked even more pitiful. "I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to hit you. Please forgive me."¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶