<b>Chapter </b><b>393 </b>
Zach’s <b>hand </b><b>knocked against the </b>table’s wooden <b>surface</b><b>, </b><b>his </b><b>fingertips </b><b>intertwined </b><b>as </b><b>he </b><b>paused </b><b>for a </b><b>long </b><b>moment </b><b>before </b><b>slowly </b><b>starting</b><b>, </b><b>“</b><b>Actually</b>, the Davis family and the Gilbert <b>family </b><b>don’t </b><b>really </b><b>have </b><b>much </b><b>to do </b><b>with </b><b>each </b><b>other</b><b>. </b><b>And </b><b>since your </b><bst </b>name <b>is </b>actually <b>Gilbert</b><b>, </b><b>maintaining this </b><b>connection </b><b>with </b><b>my </b><b>folks</b><b>… </b><b>doesn’t </b><b>seem to </b><b>have </b><b>any </b><b>real </b><b>significance</b><b>, </b><b>does </b><b>it</b><b>?</b><b>” </b>
<b>Summer’s </b>eyelids drooped slightly, a look of destion <b>in </b>her <b>eyes</b>. She had seen this <bing</b>. He was <b>cutting </b><b>ties </b><b>with </b><b>her </b><b>for </b>good.
<b>Taking </b>a deep breath, Summer replied, “It’s not up to me whether we stay connected or not. Even though <b>my </bst name is Gilbert now, my affection for the Davis family over the years still exists. Zach, if you’re using <b>this </b>to weigh against the love of the past decade and a half, doesn’t that seem a bit too callous<b>?</b><b>” </b>
Leo<b>, </b>who had been listening, couldn’t help but furrow his brows at her words.
“Callous<b>? </b>Did <b>you </b>consider how callous you were to Leo with the stunt you pulled online?” Zach hadn’t <b>expected </b>this kind of moral maniption from the Summer he used to know.
“I just wasn’t thinking straight, and besides, it’s not like it’s caused any real issue now, has it? Do you really have to push me to the brink?” Summer’s face was pale and drawn, her expression pitiable.
“Who’s pushing you? Can you stop ying the victim all the time?” Leo had lost all respect for Summer’s act. She had been ying the same role for years, making the whole family feel indebted to her.
Summer pressed her lips together, saying nothing.
“I’ve taken a look at your current situation, and if Leo doesn’t press charges, you might still salvage your reputation. But if this goes legal, forget your future prospects. You’ll have a permanent mark on your record,” Zach said coolly.
Taking a sip of water from his ss, Zach added, “Of course, being the heiress to the Gilbert family might not matter to you. After all, inheriting a fortune doesn’t require a clean resume.”
Hearing this, Summer’s gaze returned to Zach’s face. His schrly visage, which seemed so gentle and harmless, was the coldest and most ruthless in reality.
His words sounded like an offer of choice, but in truth, they were a warning that she had none. If she could have taken over the Gilbert family’s empire, she wouldn’t have entered the entertainment industry in the first ce.
Ten minutester.
Zach and Leo exited the private room. Just a few steps down the hallway, Leo suddenly clutched his <b>stomach</b>, then said to Zach, “Hey, Zach, why don’t you head to the car and wait for me? My stomach’s <b>acting </b>up. I’ll just hit the restroom and be right back.”
<b>Without </b>suspicion, Zach nodded, “Sure thing.” With that, he made his way toward the exit.
Once he was at a distance, Leo doubled back into the private room. After the two men left, Summer <b>slumped </b>into her chair, her body limp as if drained of all strength, her gaze unfocused. When Leo reentered, she barely registered his presence.
“Where did you <b>get </b>that song of mine from?” Leo asked, his <b>voice </b>steady even as he looked at Summer, <b>seemingly </b>unaffected by her disheveled state.
There <b>was </b><b>a </b>long pause before Summer finally came back to herself<b>, </b>turning her head <b>to </b>look <b>at </b><b>Leo</b>, <b>and </b><b>scoffed</b>, “I <b>wrote </b><b>it </b><b>myself</b><b>.</b><b>” </b>
<b>Leo </b><b>narrowed </b>his eyes<b>. </b>“Impossible<b>.</b><b>” </b>
Why <b>couldn’t </b>I <b>have </b><b>done </b><b>it </b><b>if </b><b>you could</b><b>? </b><b>Summer looked away</b><b>, </b><b>her </b><b>pride </b><b>evident</b>.
After a <b>brief </b>pause<b>, </b>Summer <b>turned </b>back with <b>a </b><b>mocking </b>smile<b>, </b>“<b>Don’t </b>tter <b>yourself </b>as <b>some </b><b>kind </b><b>of </b><b>genius</b><b>. </b><b>It’s </b><b>nothing </b>special.