Clarissa Stanton’s expression was nearly ferocious.
Summer Monroe looked coldly at Clarissa Stanton and warned, "Let go! If you don’t let go, I won’t be polite!"
She had indeed been too polite to Clarissa Stanton during this time!
Clarissa Stanton was furious, but her gaze suddenly locked onto Summer Monroe’s icy eyes.
That gaze seemed to hide a massive iceberg, ready to freeze anyone at any moment.
Such a cold, terrifying gaze, Clarissa Stanton had never seen before.
For a moment, Clarissa Stanton was so scared that she froze.
Summer Monroe impatiently pulled away Clarissa Stanton’s hand that was grabbing her collar and said to the host, "Sir, my sister seems a bit emotional, could you please take her backstage to calm down?"
Before the host could speak, two bodyguards in black stepped forward and directly took Clarissa Stanton away, one on each side.
Summer Monroe hadn’t brought any bodyguards with her this time back home, so she was taken aback to see them taking Clarissa Stanton away.
The next second, she saw a tall, imposing man walking steadily toward her.
It was Damian Knight.
He had an extraordinarily defined face that appeared cold and unapproachable when not smiling. Perhaps it was because of the backlight, he seemed much softer at the moment.
"Those two bodyguards... are they yours?" Summer Monroe asked.
Damian Knight stopped half a meter away from her, extended his right hand, and said, "Congratulations on becoming the image ambassador for our Knight Group’s chain coffeehouse, Midnight Coffee House. My lawyer will contact you for further cooperation."
Before Summer Monroe could speak, Henry Stanton’s voice came up, "Young Master Knight! Thank you for giving Sadie this opportunity. You can have your lawyer contact me for further details. She’s young and doesn’t understand contracts and such. I’ll be like half her agent, so just contact me."
Damian Knight rarely showed a smile to Henry Stanton and said, "Then, next time."
Seeing Damian Knight about to leave, Henry Stanton hurriedly stopped him, "Wait! Young Master Knight, for convenience, could you give me one of your business cards?"
Damian Knight looked at Henry Stanton with an icy gaze.
Seeing this, the assistant beside him mercilessly said, "Young Master Knight’s business cards are specially made, not just anyone can have one. If needed, I’ll contact you, no need for you to contact us."
Henry Stanton’s old face turned red, and he coughed awkwardly, not daring to mention the business card again.
Hearing this, Summer Monroe was slightly taken aback.
Just a business card, why such a big reaction from the assistant?
After Damian Knight left, Summer Monroe couldn’t help but curiously ask Henry Stanton, "Dad, why is he so unwilling to give out a business card? Does his business card have a special meaning?"
"Of course, child." Henry Stanton looked at Summer Monroe with the eyes of a true caring father and patiently explained, "Young Master Knight’s business card isn’t given to just anyone. If he gives it to someone, it means he considers them family. Moreover, having Young Master Knight’s business card makes anyone who recognizes it show respect, and it allows free access to the Knight Corporation building."
Summer Monroe instinctively touched her pocket.
Inside her pocket was the business card Damian Knight had given her.
According to Henry Stanton, didn’t that mean she almost threw away a treasure?
However, she was likely not going to use it.
But even if she could use it, she wouldn’t give it to someone like Henry Stanton, to prevent him from using it as leverage.