Henry Stanton hadn’t thought so far ahead; hearing that Summer Monroe wasn’t canceled from the collaboration made him beam.
"That’s good, that’s good! Sadie, quickly thank Young Master Knight!"
Summer Monroe gave Henry Stanton a deep look.
When she’s useful, Henry Stanton calls her "Sadie"; when she’s not, he calls her "Summer Monroe." It’s really... quite a stark contrast.
She turned to Damian Knight and stiffly uttered two words: "Thank you."
"No problem, actually I should thank Miss Monroe for being willing to collaborate with us." Damian Knight said, turning to Henry Stanton: "I would like to discuss the collaboration details separately with Miss Monroe. Mr. Stanton, you can go to the next room and sign the contract with my people."
"Alright, alright, you two take your time."
Henry Stanton smiled and went with the staff to the next meeting room to sign the contract, leaving just Damian Knight and Summer Monroe in this room.
Summer Monroe bit her lip, breaking the silence: "I’m sorry, my father... has made a fool of himself."
"You didn’t do anything wrong, why apologize?"
Summer Monroe looked at Damian Knight. His eyes were deep, and from them, she saw no contempt or ridicule.
He preserved her dignity.
Summer Monroe pressed her lips together and said: "Thank you..."
Damian Knight pointed at the seat next to her and said: "Don’t always say ’sorry’ or ’thanks,’ take a seat. Let’s talk business."
"Okay." Summer Monroe pulled out a chair and sat down. The two sat facing each other, very close, and she could see Damian Knight’s eyelashes clearly.
Damian Knight opened up a contract and said: "The Midnight Coffee House is a project we’re very focused on this year, and it will officially begin promotion tomorrow. In the coming period, your shooting schedule will be heavy and may be a bit demanding. Here’s your itinerary for the week, take a look."
Summer Monroe received the itinerary, densely packed with arrangements, including shooting tasks, live streams, and ribbon-cuttings, among a series of other activities.
She carefully looked it over and nodded, "I understand, I will cooperate with you."
Damian Knight remained silent for two seconds, then said: "I noticed you didn’t seem very willing to be our spokesperson. Why the cooperation now?"
Summer Monroe smiled faintly: "I have my reasons, but rest assured, since I’ve agreed, I’ll do it seriously."
"Alright."
Damian Knight stood up and said: "They’ve just about finished signing the contract, you can go home and rest for now. Starting tomorrow, there will be a team following you throughout, and you can let them know if you need anything."
"Thank you." Summer Monroe also stood up.
Damian Knight gave her a look with an inscrutable expression, then suddenly asked: "Is Henry Stanton really your biological father?"
Summer Monroe paused: "Who else would he be?"
Her mother, though deceased, was undoubtedly married to Henry Stanton. Who else could her father possibly be?
"Maybe you could get tested. You and your father don’t resemble each other at all."
Summer Monroe fell silent.
Indeed, in terms of facial features and personality, there was no similarity between her and Henry Stanton.
Yet she never thought Henry Stanton wasn’t her biological father.
However, with Damian Knight’s remark, an unbidden seed of doubt was planted in her heart.
Summer Monroe walked out of the meeting room, Henry Stanton had already signed the contract and was holding it like a treasure.
"Let me see you two downstairs." Damian Knight gestured invitingly.
Henry Stanton hurriedly waved his hand: "I’m already surprised Young Master Knight personally came to sign the contract. How could I trouble Young Master Knight to see us downstairs?"
Damian Knight, unfazed, said: "This project is very important to the Knight Group, so I will personally oversee it."
The project leader behind him hesitated upon hearing this.
How does the Midnight Coffee House project compare to those Damian Knight has personally handled? It’s nothing.
The leader looked thoughtfully at Summer Monroe. He suspected he might have uncovered a major secret.