Chapter 1677

Chapter 1677 Confrontation

I nodded silently. Indeed, it certainly isn’t an easy task to consider the issue from three perspectives in

such a short time.

However, Ashton seemed to be still dissatisfied with her answers as he raised his brows and said in a

slightly overbearing manner, “That’s it?”

Upon hearing that, dumbfoundedness flashed across Summer’s eyes instantly. She furrowed her brows

temporarily before relaxing them in the next second. With apparent helplessness in her tone, she

replied, “I’m sorry, Daddy, but I still couldn’t figure out the others at the moment.”

She had asked Ashton’s forgiveness twice in less than a minute. The atmosphere grew relatively

tenser at that instant. Ashton had always subconsciously put his employees under tremendous

pressure, and now, he applied it to Summer as well.

Knowing how hard it was to notice a subconscious habit, I could only interrupt jokingly to ease the

tension, “All right, it’s all in the past. Why are you so serious in a family conversation? Summer is still

young and lacks experience. You’re superior in this, so don’t keep her in suspense.”

As soon as Ashton looked at me with his dark eyes, he understood immediately. He then softened his

expression before uttering, “I’m not asking you how to deal with the aftermath. What I’m trying to bring

up is that what you plan to do after being schemed?”

Does that mean that he wants Summer to counterattack?

Seemingly, Summer also caught on to the meaning behind his question. However, she seemed to be in

a dilemma as she stammered and answered evasively, “Of course, I-I’ll not suffer in silence. In my

opinion, warning the employees, drawing the line with the men, and inhibiting them from entering the

club should be effective enough…”

At that, Ashton took in a deep breath meaningfully and lowered his eyes slowly before asking, “After

getting beaten by someone out of no reason, instead of starting a row with the wrongdoer, you restrain

yourself and put up with it. Who taught you this? John?”

Yet, it didn’t make any sense. According to John’s personality, he would give it back to them at least

tenfolds if they set him up. For him to swallow his grievances and repay a grudge with favor, dream on!

“No.” As if worrying about something, Summer scrunched her face and lowered her eyes, avoiding

Ashton’s stern gaze.

Nevertheless, her action couldn’t escape his sharp eyes. “What are you worrying about?”

After a moment of silence, Summer raised her head but didn’t answer his question. Instead, she looked

at me worriedly.

Feeling baffled by her gaze, I shifted my posture instinctively and tucked some stray strands of hair

behind my ear. “Why are you looking at me like that? Is there anything on my face?”

A gleam flashed across Ashton’s intelligent eyes as he noticed that something was off. He then asked

blatantly, hitting the nail right on the head, “Is the reason you don’t dare to take your revenge is

because of Scarlett?”

Only then did Summer nod slowly. She then pulled out a photo from her pocket and handed it to Ashton

respectfully.

Expressionlessly, he tossed the photo to me after glancing at it. Next, he crossed his legs and smirked,

asking, “What is in your mind? Do you think that I’ve betrayed your mom and the family?”

It was a photo of Ashton and Rebecca like the one shown by Quince and the others when they visited

the Fuller residence previously, but, this time, it was more ambiguous.

Back then, I’d hid the photo the moment Summer showed up, not wanting her to overthink it. Yet, I still

failed to keep it from her in the end.

Well, there was no escaping the inevitable. We would need to solve the issue, eventually.

Summer answered tactfully, “I’m a junior, so I’ve no right to comment about the relationship issue

between you and Mommy.”

It wasn’t uncommon for a man to have good relationships with women outside despite having a wife in

a prominent family. Growing up surrounded by rich second-generation children, Summer would

naturally hear much about it. Perhaps, in her eyes, both the facts that Ashton and I were affectionate

and Ashton had a mistress secretly were true.

To put things plainly, she believed in Quince’s sowing discord attempt.

Nonetheless, it was expected. Ashton had always been a disciplined man, with the only exception

being Rebecca. Previously, she was the thorn in our relationship. Thus, it wasn’t weird for the outsiders

to use it to provoke us at all.

As clever as Summer, playing games with her was of no use. Therefore, I could only look at Ashton,

purse my lips, and raise my brows. Well, I can do nothing. It’s your mess, so you should handle it

yourself.

Upon receiving my signal, he tilted his brows and narrowed his eyes, signaling for me to stay calm.

Only after doing so did he continue casually, “I can tell you that the photo is real.”