Summer Sweetheart novel (Leonardo and Summer) -
Chapter 548 I Can Take You to See Him
The manager listened to Summer and said, "We have several chefs from H Country here. Which one are you referring to?"
Summer raised her eyes slightly, "His name is Connel."
The housekeeper thought for a moment and said, "I'm very sorry, he is on vacation."
"Vacation?"
The housekeeper recognized Summer's suspicion and hurriedly said, "He is the most popular chef from H Country in our hotel. I have a deep impression of him, so I know about his vacation."
"Then when will he be back?"
"I'm not very clear about this. After all, he's not from the Housekeeping Department..."
Summer was mentally prepared when she came, so she wasn't surprised when she heard that Connel was on vacation.
Since Connel could bring Stanley here, he was definitely not ordinary. Naturally, Summer did not think that she could replace him easily.
The matter of looking for Connel still needed to be considered carefully. Summer stayed in the hotel for several days, but Connel did not return.
In the past few days, she didn't contact Leonardo.
She felt that she couldn't wait anymore. She had to think of a way.
Maybe Connel had already known she was in Country M and was still staying in the hotel where he worked.
If that was the case, she had to go somewhere else.
The next morning, Summer was ready to check out.
Just as she exited the elevator, before she could see the people outside clearly, she heard someone say, "Connel, this is Ms. Summer. She wants you to cook for her." Summer raised her head and saw the manager first, beside the housekeeper stood a person who looked almost the same as Stanley.
They looked at each other.
Summer narrowed her eyes and said first, "Are you Connel?"
Connel curved his lips and smiled. His face was completely the same as Stanley's. He slowly said, "Ms. Summer, we meet again."
His voice was very similar to Stanley's. It was hard to recognize the difference between his voice and Stanley's if she did not listen carefully.
Stanley's voice sounded relatively relaxing, while Connel's voice carried a heavy tone sometimes, just like ... Leonardo's voice.
Summer smiled and said, "It seems that you are looking forward to this meeting."
"Indeed." Connel paused for a moment and spoke again, "I'm sure you would be love to have a cup of coffee with me."
"Of course." Summer's goal was to replace Connel and know about Stanley's whereabouts. Since Connel had invited her, she had no reason to refuse him. Summer and Connel spoke Chinese completely and the manager didn't know what they were talking at all. He looked at Connel blankly, "Connel, you..."
Connel turned around and said to the housekeeper in English, "I have something to do and I have to leave now."
Summer was still carrying the suitcase. She pushed the suitcase to the manager. "Please help me to take it back to my room. I still have to stay for a few more days. I will be back by dinner time at the latest. Remember to bring me the meal at that time the same as before."
The manager nodded, "Alright."
Summer deliberately said that to Connel.
She went out with Connel. If she didn't come back at night, then Connel must have done something to her, causing her unable to return. Although Connel had no reason to harm her, it was always right to be careful.
Summer and Connel found a coffee shop near the hotel and sat down. As they sat face to face, Summer couldn't help but look at Connel.
Connel wore the same black clothes as that day. He looked serious and solemn. From this, she could see the difference between him and Stanley.
Perhaps it was because his identity had already been exposed, he had no need to conceal himself and deliberately imitate Stanley.
That night, when she and Leonardo went to Stanley's home, Connel should have deliberately imitated Stanley, wanting to muddle through. And he succeeded. Thinking of this, Summer's face changed. If she had recognized him that night, Stanley wouldn't have been taken away by force.
Connel pushed the menu in front of Summer and made a "please" gesture, "Lady first."
Apart from his seriousness, his word and action were too similar to Stanley's. He could completely pretend to be Stanley. Summer took a deep breath and ordered herself a cup of coffee. Summer asked before the coffee came up, "Where's Stanley?"
"Didn't we agree to have coffee together? Why did you suddenly turn hostile before we finished this cup of coffee?" Connel said slowly and leisurely.
Summer smiled slightly, "Would you tell me after drinking coffee?"
"Have our coffee first."
As soon as Connel finished speaking, the waiter brought their coffee over.
Connel ordered black coffee without sugar or milk.
Summer ordered latte.
They sat face to face and the atmosphere was very awkward.
That cup of coffee lasted for almost an hour. Only when the coffee was completely cold did he drink the last sip.
Immediately after, he said, "You have recovered quite well. Stanley has taken good care of you."
That was informative.
"You know about the island?" Summer didn't go into detail, just wanted to know if Connel really knew what had happened on the island.
"Of course." It seemed that he knew Summer would not believe him and added, "The person who saved you should be me, but Stanley was ahead of me." Summer realized that she could not understand a single word.
She suspected Connel said these to confuse her, arouse her curiosity and change the topic.
Summer did not dare to relax. She sat up straight and asked, "Where is Stanley?"
Hearing this, Connel revealed a look of surprise, "I really didn't expect you to come to Country M for Stanley. It seems that you care a lot about Stanley." "I'm very grateful to him and I want to repay him. No matter who took Stanley away today, I will chase him to Country M." Summer said this seriously. Connel was more shocked, and he quickly regained his calmness. He tapped his index finger on the table and said slowly, "I can take you to see him."☐☐☐
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