Predestined Marriage

Hearing that, Leonardo let go of her.

He took half a step back to look at her. "But they deserve to die."

"Are you forcing my grandfather to return because you want to kill him, too?" Summer felt a chill.

She thought she had a place in Leonardo's heart, but now she realized that she had been wrong.

"No," Leonardo said indifferently, "Of course I won't do anything to your grandfather. He wasn't involved in that case. He was just bribed by the Emersons."

"Then what exactly are you trying to achieve?"

Summer was a little confused, but she vaguely understood one thing.

Marco’s father might have been involved by some coincidence to know about Leonardo's mother's horrendous death.

This world was never black and white. Summer did not know what to think about Leonardo's deeds.

Nonetheless, her heart ached for him.

His mother had been so outstanding. If she had been around, Leonardo wouldn't have become like this.

He could have made it to the financial magazines covers and been admired by everyone.

However, he was obsessed with finding the mastermind behind the kidnapping.

Living in hatred and guilt, a man as noble and powerful as him could feel no joy.

"The Emersons thought he was making some people uneasy at home, so they sent him abroad," Leonardo paused for a moment before continuing, "Once he returns, some will lose their patience."

Something occurred to him, and his lips curled into a smile.

That smile was not from the heart, carrying bloodthirsty coldness.

However, his words were chillier for her after all.

"By 'some people' you mean the Emersons?"

Summer felt that she must have misunderstood.

Leonardo

what Vicky had done. As shocking as

...

The next day.

surf the Internet. She

news as well

was discussing about

Many people who were more powerful and wealthy than

just as the Jarrett Group was flourishing,

since he left, and now he chose to return, which attracted

news media were

was beside her, also

last night with Summer in his arms. When Summer woke up, she pushed away his hands and moved to the side of the bed.

her head.

carried a trace of pride, like a

pulled a wry face. "Why did you

wasn't as smart as Leonardo, and sometimes she

wanted to inform

hands into the quilt, and

strange tone, but

forcefully pressed her hands on his special parts. The scorching heat seemed to be melting her

up

the lights were off at night, they could do whatever they

now, and the room was bright. She was not

have to hurry up. Otherwise, you'll

"No...."

...

out that every man, no matter how collected he was

out, it was about

got up together to wash up, which

front of the dressing mirror and put on her makeup. Leonardo stood at the

help but urge him, "You can

low but gentle voice, "You look good enough

complimented her with

turned her head away from him and said, "When you first met me, you said I

Leonardo said