The email clearly stated that five years ago, Dustin Hughes once saved Summer Shawcross, and since then, he’s maintained close relations with The Shawcross Family, being invited to their banquets multiple times.
The hand holding the phone couldn’t help but slowly clench.
Liam Coldwell’s expression was already as dark as it could get, his eyes filled with coldness.
A life-saving grace...
That man once saved her.
Is this why she is willing to please him, obediently, even to the extent of leaking TR Group’s secrets to Dustin Hughes?
A surge of unfamiliar and intense jealousy suddenly welled up!
——Bang! With a loud crash, the phone was viciously smashed against the wall by Noah Drexler, immediately shattering into pieces!
And at this moment, that handsome face wore a terrifyingly cold expression...
He never imagined that in his life, he would be jealous of another man, and for such a reason!
For someone as proud as him, he had never been jealous of anyone, nor had anyone ever made him feel such jealousy!
Whether in business or in life.
But now, just the thought of that man having once saved her, and how she has kept it in her heart all these years, filled him uncontrollably with rage, with an urge to kill!
And that rage, no matter what, couldn’t be suppressed!
...
Noah Drexler’s current appearance startled Flynn Hughes, who quietly glanced at the shattered phone, and couldn’t help but sigh.
He never expected that a shareholder from a small group could anger him to such an extent.
His curiosity was piqued, wondering what kind of person Dustin Hughes really was.
Flynn Hughes sighed, and thinking of the favor Sean Morgan had called him about today, he had no choice but to brace himself and risk potential backlash to advise Noah Drexler.
"Ahem... boss, bad temper isn’t good for your health, you should try to control it, otherwise the wound might..."
Before he could finish his words, Noah Drexler cast a cold glance over.
Flynn Hughes awkwardly smiled, suddenly thinking of something, and suggested to him, "I actually know a good place. If you go, you’ll instantly forget all your troubles... as happy as a god!"
"Get lost!" Noah Drexler shot him a fierce look.
...
The Hillside Villa.
Summer Shawcross was dragged to the dining room by the butler, and only after being watched to drink several bowls of chicken soup was she allowed to leave.
Returning to the bedroom, Summer found that the bed sheets and covers had already been changed to new ones.
Just as she found her phone and was about to call Noah Drexler, she noticed several brown paper bags placed on the coffee table in front of the sofa.
She paused for a moment, then couldn’t help but walk over, and as she approached, she caught a strong fragrance...
She reached out and picked up the paper bags, which were stuffed with food.
Roast duck, crispy pastries... and osmanthus cake.
These were some things she had casually mentioned before he left, and unexpectedly, he really bought them all back.
Did he bring them back last night?
She had thought that a man entirely devoid of romantic cells and busy with work wouldn’t remember such trivial matters she had mentioned.
Unexpectedly, he had placed what she said in his heart...
Thinking of this, a wave of joy swept over Summer’s heart...
Holding the paper bags, she was lost in thought for a moment before coming back to herself. Remembering Noah Drexler’s injury, she quickly picked up her phone and dialed Noah Drexler’s number.