CHAPTER 300: CHAPTER 300: SLEEPING TOGETHER

Not long after, the entire socialite circle was abuzz.

In an instant, Coralie Hughes, who was last season’s top socialite, fell from grace and became a disgraced madwoman.

The drastic change drew sighs of sympathy from everyone.

The socialites who usually tried hard to curry favor with Coralie gathered to discuss the matter with great interest.

Normally, they reveled in kicking someone when they were down, let alone with Coralie, who never paid them any attention.

However, Summer Monroe and Damian Knight had no time for Coralie’s downfall. After dinner, Damian was busy handling business on his computer, while Summer was preparing the invitation list for Henry Stanton’s funeral, as well as the seating arrangements for the funeral banquet.

It’s not that she had nothing better to do; she wanted to take this opportunity to see Henry Stanton’s connections.

As they say, you don’t know until you see it with your own eyes. Even though she despised Henry Stanton, she was shocked by his network after seeing the list he sent over.

As they say, you don’t know until you see it with your own eyes. Even though she despised Henry Stanton, she was shocked by his network after seeing the list he sent over.

Besides the four major families at the top of Crestfall, Henry Stanton seemed to know influential figures in every industry.

Summer Monroe clicked her tongue, realizing she had underestimated Henry Stanton.

As Summer continued to browse the list, her gaze fell upon "Mason Monroe," and her eyes turned dark.

Coralie Hughes was in such a state because of her, and Mason Monroe certainly wouldn’t let her off the hook.

If nothing unexpected happens, there might be trouble at the funeral banquet.

Soon, it was late at night.

Just as Summer finished arranging the seating, a long shadow suddenly loomed over her desk.

Startled, Summer turned abruptly, and when she saw Damian Knight’s face, she remembered that there was another person in the room.

Unbeknownst to her, several hours had passed, and she had forgotten Damian was there.

Why was Damian still here at this hour? Did he really intend to sleep with her?

Summer stretched her slightly sore wrists, stood up, and asked Damian, "Aren’t you leaving?"

Damian had an expression of knowing all along, and without answering her question, he asked directly, "Are you going to bathe first, or should I?"

Summer inexplicably felt a wave of heat rise to her cheeks, painting them with a blush.

She made one last attempt, asking, "Are you really planning to stay the night?"

Damian turned directly, heading towards the bathroom, while saying, "I’ll go first then. Help me find a set of pajamas and a towel..."

"I’m not going," Summer said, pursing her lips. "There are no extra clothes or towels in the house."

"Oh." Damian glanced back at her and said, "Then I’ll use yours."

"I’ll go find them for you right now!" Summer said, and with that, she stepped out of the room.

Watching Summer’s hurried retreating figure, Damian raised an eyebrow like a sly fox, with a clearly smug expression.

Shortly after, Summer returned with a brand new set of pajamas and toiletries.

The clothes were ones Henry Stanton had bought but never worn, and there was no shortage of toiletries at home.

Summer pushed open the room door, only to find that Damian had already started showering.

If he didn’t wait for her, how was she supposed to give him the things?

After much consideration, Summer finally decided to take the items to the bathroom door.

Through the frosted glass of the bathroom, Summer could vaguely see Damian’s tall figure.

The sound of water flowing combined with the mist of hot water emanating brought another wave of heat back to Summer’s face.

It felt like an eternity had passed. Summer finally steeled herself, ready to knock on the frosted door of the bathroom.

However, before her hand could reach the door, it swung open from the inside.

The sudden opening of the door startled Summer, and she quickly closed her eyes.