Predestined Marriage
Chapter 827 Something Hidden
Tim took the newspaper to Summer.
Summer calmly took the newspaper and put it aside with just a glance. "I've read it on the Internet before."
Even if she didn't read it, she knew what was written in these newspapers.
Seeing this, Tim did not say anything. He thought of something and said to Summer, "We may have a press conference soon."
"I see. Just let me know once you've arranged it." Summer knew that there must be a press conference for this kind of thing.
The press conference was scheduled for three days later.
When Summer went out, Rosie was still asleep. She went to Rosie's room to take a look, came out and instructed the nanny before leaving.
Tim drove to pick her up. He drove into the neighborhood and parked the car downstairs.
Summer walked over, Tim got out of the car and opened the door for her. Summer noticed that Tim got out of the car from the
had thought that it was Tim's driver. But when she got in the car and saw who was driving, she was astonished and then said, "Long time
was Bruce, whom she hadn't seen for a long time. Summer
to be her bodyguard, they did not
she was busy with her own affairs and
as serious as
Summer suddenly thought of something and turned to
the press conference would be held, Summer took
agreed to be my bodyguard
her the truth, "Mr. Emerson made a deal with Bruce. He persuaded Kate to go abroad
and said, "What else is hidden from me? Tell
a moment before saying, "You can go back to the villa to take a look when it
let Summer go back to Leonardo's villa to
car and came
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