Summer looked at Alisa with a calm face, saying, "Have I ever offended you?"
Alisa smiled faintly, and then said coldly, "I just find it annoying to see you. You're ordinary, but there are so many people protecting you. I'm one of the Emerson. Not only that, I also..."
She was so jealous that she finally had an outlet to vent her anger, so she talked incessantly.
Summer interrupted Alisa and stared into her eyes, saying, "You're jealous of me."
Summer looked calm.
Alisa said it so plainly. Summer was sure that Alisa was jealous of her.
Leonardo was nice to Summer, Trevin wanted to marry Summer, and Carl also protected Summer, so Alisa was jealous.
"I'm jealous of you? What a joke! Do I need to be jealous of you?" Alisa's raw nerve seemed to be triggered. She raised her sharp voice.
Summer said calmly, "If you're not jealous, then you are sick. Others are nice to me. Then what does it have to do with you? It's none of your business."
Alisa snorted coldly, "You're the one who's sick!"
Summer looked down at her legs with a calm expression. "Didn't you deliberately stop me here just because you saw my legs are injured?"
Alisa was unable to refute.
Summer sneered. These people who grew up in wealthy families were always arrogant. They were poseurs and their deeds were sleazy.
Both Trevin's and Carl's men were fighting, and no one cared about what Summer and Alisa were doing.
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