Predestined Marriage novel Chapter 1009

Leonardo showed a smile as he looked at Stanley, "Help you kill Lester?"

"If you want Summer alive, you can only promise me!" Stanley said anxiously, as if he was worried that Leonardo would not agree to his request.

Leonardo casually stroked the teacup as he looked down at it, hiding all of his emotions and thoughts.

When Stanley almost became impatient, Leonardo said, "Or I can cooperate with Lester."

Hearing this, Stanley said angrily, "Leonardo! You're going too far."

"I believe Lester would be more sincere than you." Leonardo's expression was calm, but he sounded serious.

Stanley was confident at first. He knew how much Leonardo cared about Summer. As long as Summer had a chance of survival, Leonardo could beg him to save Summer. However, Lester had messed up everything.

Stanley hated Lester. He hated him more than the people who destroyed his family back then.

The news that Lester was still alive flustered Stanley, and he was at a loss.

Stanley stared at Leonardo, his gaze almost piercing through him.

Leonardo looked at Stanley mischievously, "You are afraid of him."

It was not a question, but a statement. Stanley was caught off guard, "It is none of your business!"

Leonardo tittered, slowly stood up and became serious, "I want to see the results within three days."

Stanley frowned and looked at Leonardo doubtfully, as if he did not understand what he meant.

Leonardo's expression was sinister as he turned around and walked out. The bodyguards behind him pulled Stanley along.

"Mom! We're back!"

The door was pushed open and Rosie rushed in with a handful of vegetables in her arms.

The floor was carpeted and soft. Rosie ran to Summer and knelt on the ground. She handed the vegetable in her arms to Summer and said, "Mom, this is the vegetable we picked. Douglas said we could eat it tonight."

Although it wasn't hot in the mountain, Rosie and Douglas felt hot as they had run around.

Rosie's fair face turned red. Her forehead was covered with sweat, and her hair on her forehead was wet, sticking to her forehead.

Summer reached out and took the napkin on the table. While wiping her sweat, she asked softly, "Did you pick so much?"

"Yes!" Rosie had never experienced it before and said happily, "There are still a lot, but Douglas said that we would go and pick them tomorrow."