It was precisely because Summer was greatly newsworthy that it was even more unlikely for those paparazzi to let her go so easily.
If it weren't paparazzi in the car that had just followed her, then there was only one possibility left...
Summer narrowed her eyes slightly and held Eliza's arm, dragging her towards the studio.
"Let's go. Let's get in first."
Since the car had left, it was pointless for them to try to figure it out here.
After they got into the studio, Summer called Leonardo when she made herself a cup of coffee.
The phone was quickly picked up.
Although Leonardo answered the phone, he did not say anything.
Summer could only take the lead and ask him, "You sent people to follow me?"
After a moment of silence, Leonardo's cold voice sounded, "No."
When the water boiled, Summer put the cup under the tap and turned on the switch. Then she slowly said, "Do you know that your tone is a little colder than normal when you act stubborn."
What responded to her was deathly silence, followed by a "beep" -- obviously, Leonardo hung up the phone.
Summer put down her phone and smiled.
This man was sometimes so adorable when acting stubborn, yet sometimes exceptionally hateful when being a paranoid.
What could she do? She couldn't leave him, anyway; so she had to take her time.
Before the meeting, Summer checked her Twitter again and found that the hottest trending topic had changed into #The Little Princess of the Emersons.
The netizens were too curious about Rosie and her birth mother, so they immediately pushed the topic into the hottest trending topic.
Summer sat beside Eliza and whispered to her, "How do I remove a trending topic? Should I just contact the platform?"
"What do you want to remove?" Eliza turned around, as if she had seen through Summer's thoughts.
Summer raised her eyebrows and said, "Forget it if you are not gonna help me."
"No, no, no, of course I'll help you. I just discovered that you are now more and more unbridled in front of me." Eliza said, then she told Summer how to remove a trending topic and also helped her contact the platform.
Summer talked with people from the platform and negotiated the price. The topic was quickly removed.
After the meeting, Eliza couldn't help but feel curious, "That little girl is you and Leonardo's daughter, right? Are you still together?"
Summer turned to look at Eliza in a leisurely manner. She smiled and said, "You want to know?"
"Yes." Eliza nodded.
Summer put on a bigger smile, "You guess it yourself."
Eliza pouted helplessly and she even wanted to beat Summer up, "We are such close friends, and you're still not going to tell me the truth?"
"That's right. We are such close friends. How about I treat you to lunch?" Summer said with a smile.
Eliza felt that she had punched on a ball of cotton. There was nothing she could do if Summer wanted to beat around the bush.
Although she guessed that the little girl at the banquet that day was Leonardo and Summer's daughter, if Summer did not admit it, she couldn't be 100 percent sure that the girl was their daughter.
Who was not curious, anyway?
Eliza felt that she was almost driven mad by curiosity, but Summer just wouldn't give her an answer.
So, Eliza decided to have an expensive lunch!
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