CHAPTER 307: CHAPTER 307: STANTON ESTATE

Henry Stanton looked at Summer Monroe’s smile, which was as innocent as a fool’s, and shook his head, saying, "I think you know nothing! Later on, you have to find a way to place someone by his side, a bodyguard or an assistant, and keep a close watch on him. Also, find a way to quickly have a child to secure your position."

Summer Monroe continued to smile sweetly, "Okay, Dad."

Henry Stanton grunted in agreement, closing his eyes for a nap.

He didn’t notice that although Summer was smiling, the smile didn’t reach her eyes.

There was a frozen indifference in her eyes.

But as Summer watched the scenery outside the car window moving backward, she couldn’t help but wonder whether Damian Knight would get close to another woman while he was out.

Would some woman really seize the opportunity to climb into his bed?

After all, apart from Damian Knight’s occasional strange temper, she really hadn’t found any faults in him.

But Summer quickly dismissed such thoughts; if Damian Knight were that kind of person, why would he bother signing a contract with her?

Summer pressed her eyebrows and warned herself mentally not to overthink.

...

The sky gradually darkened.

After a day on the highway and mountain roads, the car finally drove into Henry Stanton’s hometown—Krystallos.

The village, true to its name, is rich in coal. The Stanton family made their fortune by coal mining, truly a coal boss’s pedigree.

But Summer Monroe, by the light of the village lamps, still noticed something peculiar.

Logically, such a place should be wealthy, yet the severe disrepair of every house was evident.

Moreover, in one glance, not even a single well-decorated house was seen; they were all old houses.

How could this be?

Summer found it strange when suddenly—

"Boom—" A loud noise, seemingly splitting the sky, made Summer feel the ground shake even inside the car.

Was that... an earthquake?

Summer instinctively looked outside to see a few tiles falling from a passing house.

The tiles hit the ground hard, shattering into several pieces.

"Dad, was that an earthquake?" Summer turned to ask Henry Stanton beside her.

Henry Stanton, looking as if he just woke up, rubbed his sleepy eyes and said, "No, don’t worry, it’s the coal mine blasting."

Summer understood and steadied her mind.

Sure enough, after the loud noise, no fissures appeared on the ground; it was indeed not an earthquake, but a blast.

But... wouldn’t such blasting greatly affect the villagers?

If it were abroad, in such a situation, the villagers would have reported it long ago, and the coal mine would easily be shut down, prohibited from further work.

Summer didn’t have time to think more, as the car stopped in front of a one-story steel-structured house.

Henry Stanton said, "We’re here, get out of the car."

Summer quickly opened the car door and got out.

She saw that although this house was sturdier in material than other houses, its renovation was not much better, looking like an ordinary private house, not at all resembling Henry Stanton’s old home.

Could it be that Henry Stanton was so stingy that he was unwilling to build a slightly better house for his own mother?

That couldn’t be it, right? After all, when she just arrived home, Henry Stanton had given her seven-figure pocket money.

The mystery was solved when Summer Monroe stepped over the threshold of the old house.

A voice, though old yet still sharp, sounded out: "I’ve said it, there’s no money to fix your houses! Your house hasn’t collapsed, so what needs fixing? Besides, look at here, I don’t even have money to fix my own house, where’s the spare money for you? The coal mine isn’t making any money now, it’s good enough wages are paid on time for you all!"