What's going on?
Summer was truly baffled. Just now, in front of so many people, there was no room for negotiation.
"Miss Summer, please?" Spencer smiled gently, patiently waiting.
Although she felt uncomfortable, she reluctantly got into his car, knowing that it was time to have a talk with him.
With a smile, Spencer closed the car door, walked around to the driver's seat, fastened his seat belt, and started the car.
He sent a message to Weston, asking him to stay at the club tonight and not go back.
Weston asked for the reason, but Spencer didn't reply, so Weston obediently complied.
"Spencer, what is the significance of this meal? Don't you know?" the girl turned to him, "Why can't we be more tolerant towards Harlan? How can we collaborate in the future if you keep targeting him?"
"In the show it's the show, collaboration is collaboration. Who wants to be friends with him outside of it?" he replied casually, "You don't like him anyway. It's better to extinguish the flame in his heart now to avoid trouble in the future. His feelings for you are clear, you must keep your distance from him."
Summer seemed to sense something and looked at him.
Feeling her gaze, he also glanced over, afraid that she might misunderstand, and hurriedly explained, "You've said you don't like him, so... you should keep your distance from him, not give him any hope."
After hearing his words, Summer fell silent, unable to retort.
Naïve!
Two words popped into her mind and heart!
Spencer was a playboy, and she should keep her distance from him, lest she get embroiled in scandal that would be hard to wash off.
As the car drove on, Summer suddenly realized that they were going the wrong way. "Where are we going?" she asked, as this wasn't the direction back home.
He didn't answer.
"Hey, where are you taking me?" the girl asked anxiously, it was late at night.
"I'm going to sell you." Spencer jokingly gripped the steering wheel and looked at her with a smile, "Sell you to the middle of nowhere."
Of course, Summer knew he was joking and found it quite childish!
She replied, "Can I help you count the money then?"
"Sure, how's your math?" he asked.
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