Hoover City is a big international metropolis.
To average people, finding someone in the city was like looking for a needle in a haystack.
However, Leonardo was different. He had power, influence, financial resources and many subordinates at his command.
Finding Summer was a piece of cake.
She couldn't use her cell phone or stay in a hotel.
Therefore, she found a small guesthouse that didn't require an ID card.
The guesthouse was damp and dark. The white sheets had yellowish stains and the bathroom was dirty.
Summer lay on the bed without taking off her clothes.
The room wasn't noise-proof. She could hear pedestrians talking and cars honking.
It was the first night without having Leonardo around. Summer couldn't sleep.
Afraid that Leonardo would barge in, she was dizzy but could fall asleep. She lay on the bed until dawn, half-asleep.
She felt very tired after a night of poor sleep.
Worse still, there was no hot water in the bathroom.
Summer gritted her teeth and washed her face with cold water. She packed up her things and checked out.
She couldn't stay in the same place for too long.
She knew Leonardo too well.
Leaving the guesthouse, Summer went straight to the bus station.
The area was close to the suburbs. It used to be a small town near Hoover City, which was expanded. The town was merged into the city. However, without any city planning project, the town remained to be as underdeveloped as before.
Not far from the guesthouse was a bus station where she could buy a ticket without an ID card. She got to know it yesterday.
Summer was waiting for the traffic light at the wayside. Suddenly, someone patted her on the shoulder and called her, "Summer?"
Summer stiffened. Leonardo? How did he manage to find her so quickly?
The person walked up to her and sized her up. She said in surprise, "Summer, it's you!"
Summer was also surprised to see the person in front of her. She asked, "Eliza, why are you here?"
After Eliza left, they were only in contact once. This was the first time they had met since her departure.
Summer was in a complicated situation. Eyes narrowed, she stared at Eliza for a few seconds before looking around vigilantly.
There were already news about Leonardo's villa being burned down. Eliza knew the accident.
Seeing her being so vigilant, Eliza raised her chin arrogantly and explained, "We are going to shoot a new TV series. I came over to see if it's a good place for the drama."
Producers usually had the final say.
Everything was under their control.
"Excuse me. I have to go now." Summer had a hunch that meeting Eliza at such a time wasn't a good thing.
But Eliza pulled her back and said, "Wait. Do you fancy a drink? You promised to give me your script, but you haven't sent it to me yet." Summer refused, "Sorry, I'm in the middle of something."
After a while, Eliza broke the silence. "I won't reveal your whereabouts. I'm not officious."
Thinking for a moment, Summer agreed.
There was no coffee shop nearby. They only found a milk tea shop.
Eliza ordered two cups of hot milk tea and gave one to Summer.
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