Summer followed behind and watched as Connel easily carried her suitcase downstairs. She began to examine him.

If it was Stanley who helped her carry her suitcase, she wouldn't feel strange.

However, it was Connel, which seemed a little incongruous.

Connel put down her suitcase. When he turned around, he saw Summer staring at him.

He tried to avoid her gaze, but he quickly calmed down. "Let's go."

Summer had a strange feeling.

Noticing that she didn't move, Connel asked, "Don't you want to leave?"

Summer walked over and reached out to grab the suitcase. After a while, she said, "Thank you."

However, Connel's expression did not change at all.

Summer didn't say anything else and walked out with the suitcase.

She put the suitcase in the back row and sat in front to drive.

When she started the car, she looked out of the window.

Everything she saw was exactly the same as the day she first arrived.

She had a premonition that this matter would not end so easily.

The car slowly moved forward. Before she drove for a long distance, she saw a black car coming towards her.

Summer subconsciously paid attention to it. From the driving mirror, she saw that the black car stopped at the entrance of Connel's villa.

Then the driver got out of the car and opened the door of the back seat. An old man wearing a gentleman's hat got out.

The old man wore a black coat and a thick scarf. Summer couldn't see his face clearly.

Suddenly, the old man looked over.

Summer abruptly withdrew her gaze. In the next moment, she felt a little regretful. Why didn't she take another look at the old man just now? As long as she did it, she could see his face clearly.

Perhaps that old man was Connel and Stanley's foster father.

Summer was rather curious about their foster father.

He raised such an outstanding pair of adopted sons like Stanley and Connel, which meant he was definitely not an ordinary person.

But now that everything was in a mess, Summer could only return to Hoover City for the time being.copy right hot novel pub