shuhaige
Chapter 393
Chapter 393
Zach’s hand knocked against the table’s wooden surface, his fingertips intertwined as he paused for a long moment before slowly starting, “Actually, the Davis family and the Gilbert family don’t really have much to do with each other. And since your last name is actually Gilbert, maintaining this connection with my folks… doesn’t seem to have any real significance, does it?”
Summer’s eyelids drooped slightly, a look of desolation in her eyes. She had seen this coming. He was cutting ties with her for good.
Taking a deep breath, Summer replied, “It’s not up to me whether we stay connected or not. Even though my last name is Gilbert now, my affection for the Davis family over the years still exists. Zach, if you’re using this to weigh against the love of the past decade and a half, doesn’t that seem a bit too callous?”
Leo, who had been listening, couldn’t help but furrow his brows at her words.
“Callous? Did you consider how callous you were to Leo with the stunt you pulled online?” Zach hadn’t expected this kind of moral manipulation from the Summer he used to know.
“I just wasn’t thinking straight, and besides, it’s not like it’s caused any real issue now, has it? Do you really have to push me to the brink?” Summer’s face was pale and drawn, her expression pitiable. All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.
“Who’s pushing you? Can you stop playing the victim all the time?” Leo had lost all respect for Summer’s act. She had been playing the same role for years, making the whole family feel indebted to her.
Summer pressed her lips together, saying nothing.
“I’ve taken a look at your current situation, and if Leo doesn’t press charges, you might still salvage your reputation. But if this goes legal, forget your future prospects. You’ll have a permanent mark on your record,” Zach said coolly.
Taking a sip of water from his glass, Zach added, “Of course, being the heiress to the Gilbert family might not matter to you. After all, inheriting a fortune doesn’t require a clean resume.”
Hearing this, Summer’s gaze returned to Zach’s face. His scholarly visage, which seemed so gentle and harmless, was the coldest and most ruthless in reality.
His words sounded like an offer of choice, but in truth, they were a warning that she had none. If she could have taken over the Gilbert family’s empire, she wouldn’t have entered the entertainment industry in the first place.
Ten minutes later.
Zach and Leo exited the private room. Just a few steps down the hallway, Leo suddenly clutched his stomach, then said to Zach, “Hey, Zach, why don’t you head to the car and wait for me? My stomach’s acting up. I’ll just hit the restroom and be right back.”
Without suspicion, Zach nodded, “Sure thing.” With that, he made his way toward the exit.
Once he was at a distance, Leo doubled back into the private room. After the two men left, Summer slumped into her chair, her body limp as if drained of all strength, her gaze unfocused. When Leo reentered, she barely registered his presence.
“Where did you get that song of mine from?” Leo asked, his voice steady even as he looked at Summer, seemingly unaffected by her disheveled state.
There was a long pause before Summer finally came back to herself, turning her head to look at Leo, and scoffed, “I wrote it myself.”
Leo narrowed his eyes. “Impossible.”
Why couldn’t I have done it if you could? Summer looked away, her pride evident.
After a brief pause, Summer turned back with a mocking smile, “Don’t flatter yourself as some kind of genius. It’s nothing special.