His Ugly Bride novel Chapter 576

Since he said so, Leonardo couldn't be dissuaded.

Tim wanted to persuade him, but he did not.

There was no right or wrong.

Leonardo had his plan. He had never tried to get Rosie back because he knew Rosie was safe. That was why he could hesitate.

Although Summer was his top priority, he loved Rosie too. So, he wouldn't stand by when something happened to Rosie.

He was confident about Rosie's safety, so he wouldn't take action before he came up with a perfect plan.

However, Summer didn't think so. She knew Rosie was alive, but she was still in danger. Therefore, Summer couldn't be as sensible as Leonardo. She only wanted to see Rosie.

As he was thinking things over, Tim followed Leonardo into the villa.

Noticing the cold expression on Leonardo's face, Tim knew he was still angry.

As for what he was angry about, Tim could only guess.

Perhaps he was angry with Mrs. Emerson or himself.

When they arrived at the entrance of the hall, Leonardo suddenly stopped and shouted, "Tim."

Leonardo did not turn around, so Tim only saw his back.

"What's wrong, Mr. Emerson?" Tim asked as he turned his head slightly.

After a moment of silence, Leonardo lowered his voice and said, "Send someone to follow him.

"Follow who?" Tim did not know whom he

meant.

"Who do you think it is?" Leonardo turned around and cast a cold glance at Tim.

Tim immediately reacted. Leonardo asked him to send someone to follow Connel's car.

Tim smiled, "I've already sent someone to follow him."

When it came to Summer, Tim always knew what Leonardo wanted. No matter how angry Leonardo looked, no matter how indifferent he appeared to be, he wouldn't ignore her.

Leonardo stared at Tim as he narrowed his eyes, his face emotionless.

It wasn't until Tim felt a little scared that Leonardo said, "You're beginning to take over."

Leonardo kept his voice devoid of emotion, but Tim knew him well, so he could tell his anger through his calm voice.

"Where did you learn it? Summer?" Leonardo sneered. "Very good!"

After that, Leonardo strode into the hall.

Only when Tim couldn't see Leonardo did he breathe a sigh of relief. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and muttered, "He always vents his anger about Mrs. Emerson on others..."

When the bodyguard who followed behind heard Tim's words, he said in agreement, "That's not true. Mr. Emerson, he..."

"What are you talking about?" Tim turned his head and glared at the bodyguard.

The bodyguard replied,"... Nothing."

In the night, the black car sped through the crisscrossed roads.

Looking out of the window at the constantly passing scenery, Summer found herself unable to tell which street it was.