CHAPTER 183: CHAPTER 183: STAYING OUT ALL NIGHT IS NO PROBLEM

Summer glanced at it, and upon seeing that long string of numbers, a sense of disdain arose within her.

However, she didn’t reveal any trace of her true emotions on her face, sweetly responding with an "Okay" before turning to leave the study.

The moment she turned around, Summer’s smile vanished, and she returned indifferently to her room.

Yet, as soon as Summer entered her room, she received a call from an unfamiliar number.

The number’s local area was Crestfall, and she tilted her head in suspicion. This was the number Henry Stanton had registered for her, and not many people would contact her on it. Who could be calling?

Summer pressed the answer button curiously, and asked in confusion, "Hello, who is this?"

It was a woman’s voice, and the other party said directly in an unfriendly tone, "Where are you? Let’s meet."

Summer confirmed that she hadn’t heard this voice before, frowning as she said, "I think you have the wrong number?"

"I didn’t dial the wrong number," the other party said coldly. "I’m Damian Knight’s mother. I’ll meet you at the Midnight Coffee House in Knight Plaza in half an hour."

After saying this, the other party directly hung up the phone without giving her a chance to refuse.

Summer’s eyes flickered gently as she put her phone away.

If she remembered correctly, Damian Knight’s mother was named Susan Stone.

As far as she knew, once Susan made a decision, she wouldn’t give others a chance to refuse, quite like Damian Knight in that way.

Summer recalled that Damian had mentioned Susan Stone and her mother were once close friends. Maybe she could learn something from her about her mysterious father.

Therefore, Summer didn’t let Susan Stone’s harsh attitude deter her from attending the meeting. She opened the door and used Damian Knight’s invitation for a late-night snack as an excuse to tell Henry Stanton.

Upon hearing that it was Damian Knight asking her out, Henry immediately agreed with a cheerful smile, even "thoughtfully" advising, "Daddy’s not an old fogey, so I won’t say come home early. Just go have fun."

In other words — it didn’t matter if she didn’t come home at night.

What an enlightened "good dad."

Summer forced a smile, took a taxi, and headed out.

The sky had fully darkened.

At this time, there was no traffic congestion in Imperia, and in less than half an hour, Summer arrived at the meeting spot Susan Stone had specified.

Summer had shot some photos at this Midnight Coffee House before, and as she walked in, the staff greeted her with excitement.

"Miss Sadie, what brings you here? Are you here for coffee? We’ve got new releases today, would you like to try them?"

Summer politely declined with a faint smile, her gaze swept around the coffee house but did not spot Susan Stone.

She asked the staff, "Are there any private rooms here? I have an appointment with someone, but I’m not sure where she is."

"Ah, yes, there are private rooms. Two guests have made an appointment and said they’re expecting someone. Shall I take you there?"

"Yes, thank you." Summer nodded and followed the staff to the private room.

As soon as the private room door was pushed open, Summer saw the elegant and dignified Susan Stone.

And the girl sitting beside Susan Stone, smiling sweetly.

That girl was the same one who came looking for Damian Knight at the end of the shoot.

By bringing this girl to their meeting, Susan Stone’s intentions were evident.

Upon hearing the door open, they both turned to look toward the entrance.

At the sight of Summer, they both simultaneously frowned.

Willow Grant frowned either upon seeing Summer again or being stunned by Summer’s appearance.

As for Susan Stone, she was more shocked than displeased.

Compared to the photos, she looked even more like her late friend in person.

The resemblance was not just in appearance but also in aura.

Both of them had an aura as gentle as the moon, an aura that couldn’t be fabricated with makeup.

Susan Stone couldn’t help but tighten her grip on the coffee cup in her hand.

How could it be... so similar? Could it really be just a coincidence?