All this over a fake wedding?
Trevor scoffed, swirling the liquor in his glass.
“She threw a tantrum, staged a kidnapping, played the silent treatment, and then nearly drowned Peyton. I already told her I’d give her an even bigger wedding – what else does she want?”
Caleb reached over and stopped Trevor from pouring another drink.
“Trevor, we all heard what happened tonight. Summer might’ve taken things too far, but let’s be real – you should’ve never agreed to that wedding for Peyton in the first place. And then you carried her off in front of everyone. You don’t think that embarrassed Summer? Maybe try sending her a message. Apologize a little.”
Trevor leaned back against the couch, tilting his head up. His expression remained cold and indifferent.
Fine.
If Summer showed up at Black Ace tonight to apologize, he would let this slide.
He picked up his phone, opened their WhatsApp chat, and typed a message.
The moment he hit send, a big red exclamation mark popped up.
She had blocked him.
Trevor let out a low, humorless chuckle.
Summer, you’ve got some nerve.
His grip on his phone tightened, knuckles turning white. Then, without a word, he tossed it onto the table and downed another drink.
Bobby sprawled back on the couch, sipping his own drink leisurely.
“Trevor, you’re making this too complicated. Women need discipline. Just let her cool off. You ignore her long enough, and she always comes crawling back in the end.”
Caleb smacked the back of Bobby’s head. “You idiot. What if this time she doesn’t?”
Bobby scoffed.
“Please. Summer’s been obsessed with Trevor for five years. She’s not going anywhere. Jasper won’t let her, either. And let’s be real – Trevor could have any woman he wants. Summer should just be grateful and stop causing trouble.”
Trevor’s eyes burned red from the alcohol.
Yeah.
Summer wouldn’t actually leave him.
It wasn’t like he couldn’t live without her.
But the idea of looking back and not seeing her there –
That pissed him off even more.
Especially when he thought of how coldly she had looked at him tonight.
It left a suffocating, nagging feeling in his chest.
Caleb sighed, rubbing his temples. “Should I just call her?”
Trevor didn’t respond, but his silence was enough of an answer.
Caleb had always preferred Summer over Peyton. Over the years, he had seen firsthand how much she had done for Trevor – how much she had loved him. But every time Peyton played the weak, helpless card, Trevor never pushed her away. Maybe it was because Summer’s unconditional love had spoiled him.
Caleb believed Trevor actually loved Summer more than he even realized. He had just grown too used to her.
Caleb pulled out his phone, opened WhatsApp, and called Summer.
The dial tone rang.
Summer lay in bed, absentmindedly rubbing the crystal bracelet in her fingers.
She had expected to be kept up all night, haunted by the image of Trevor carrying
Peyton away. Or maybe she thought she’d be replaying Jasper and Julia’s impatient, disdainful expressions. Or even the whispers and mocking looks from the socialites who loved nothing more than to gossip.
But instead, her mind kept drifting back to the rush of wind, the neon blur of the city flashing past her, the breathtaking skyline, and Fraser’s deep, teasing gaze.
Suddenly, her phone rang. A voice call from Caleb.
She hesitated for a moment before picking up. “Hello?”
On the other end of the line, Trevor’s hand holding his drink froze midair. His gaze flicked toward Caleb’s phone.
Bobby had been about to speak, but after one sharp glare from Trevor, he shut his mouth immediately.
Caleb cleared his throat. “Summer, uh… Trevor drank a little too much. Do you want to come pick him up?”
Then, after a long pause, her voice came through, indifferent. “I’m busy. Call his assistant Andrew. Or better yet, call Peyton. I’m sure she’d be thrilled to pick him up.”
Trevor’s expression instantly darkened.
The temperature around them seemed to plummet. Even Caleb and Bobby felt the chill in the air.
Caleb awkwardly pressed on. “He’s got a migraine. It’s really bad. You know how to help with it. You should – “
A cold laugh interrupted him.
“Am I his maid? He gets sick, and you throw him at me. But when he’s fine, he runs straight to Peyton. What do I look like to you?”
Then, she added flatly, “I’m guessing Trevor is right there listening. Tell him this – we’re done. Even if he drops dead, the most I’ll do is call 911.”
The line went dead.
Caleb slowly looked up, meeting Trevor’s stormy gaze.
Trevor’s expression was ice cold, his eyes brewing with something dark and unreadable.
“F*ck!” Bobby snapped. “Does that woman even hear herself? Talking about breaking up like it’s nothing? Trevor was doing her a favor by even being with her! Does she even know her worth? I say, let her cool off. If she doesn’t come begging for forgiveness, then you should just leave her. See how fast she regrets it!”
“Shut up,” Trevor said icily.
Bobby tensed but tried again. “Trevor, I’m just saying – “
Trevor stood abruptly, his movements slightly unsteady from the alcohol. He clenched his jaw. “If you really want to help me, Bobby, then shut the hell up.”
Caleb hesitated, then stayed silent.
But deep down, he had a bad feeling.
Summer wasn’t bluffing this time.
And Trevor was going to regret this.
Summer woke up feeling refreshed.
She did her makeup carefully, then picked a nude silk blouse and a sleek gray pencil skirt. The outfit was sophisticated yet elegant, making her look effortlessly polished.
She headed to Stewart Group for work.
When she had been brought back to the Stewart family, her grandmother had insisted she be given a place in the company. At the time, Summer had agreed, hoping to rebuild a relationship with her family.
Three years ago, she had joined under an anonymous identity and worked her way up to brand manager purely on her own merit.
As she arrived at the office, her assistant, Quinn, greeted her at the door.
“Ms. Stewart, the chairman wants to see you.”
Summer nodded and made her way up to the top floor of the 27-story building, where Jasper’s office was.
She knocked.
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