Lynn overindulged Vicky.
Naturally, he enjoyed people praising her.
To put it bluntly, the Jarretts thought Summer was a loyal dog, so Lynn believed her.
Moreover, Summer dropped a few tears.
Lynn was persuaded and said, "Alright, I'll do it. But if you're incompetent, I'll transfer you back."
Summer smiled sweetly at him. "Thank you, Dad."
Men were visual. Summer was beautiful now. Even Lynn found her pleasing to the eye. So, this "thank you, dad" satisfied him.
"You can go now. I'll tell Vicky about this and inform you later."
Summer left Lynn's office. The smile on her face faded. She wiped away the tear stains and put on a cold smile.
...
As soon as Summer left, Lynn called Vicky through an internal line.
Vicky came in with a bad attitude. "Dad, what is it? I am busy."
Lynn did not mind her tone and said gently, "Summer just came and said that she wanted to transfer to your department to learn from you. What do you think?"
"She said that?" Vicky was shocked, her eyes wide.
"Yes."
"Does she really want to learn from me? Or she's up to something again." Vicky snorted coldly and said in a firm tone, "Dad, don't agree. She's annoying."
Lynn had wanted to talk this out with Vicky, but Vicky was tough and showed no interest in a discussion, so he became a little angry. "Vicky! No matter what, you are sisters. Besides, we have to rely on her to have Leonardo invest in our company. This matter is settled. I will transfer her to your department. Teach her."
Vicky was unhappy and lost her temper, shouting, "Dad! How can you do this! I said I didn't want her in my department! Don't you understand?"
Lynn yelled, "Vicky!"
Feeling that he was really angry, Vicky could only compromise. "Alright, whatever you want."
Then she stormed out, slamming the door with a bang.
Lynn frowned hard. He wondered if he doted on Vicky too much, so she tended to blow off steam in front of him.
...
Summer was informed that she was transferred to the project department shortly after.
She packed her things quickly, bid farewell to a few familiar colleagues, and carried a box to her new department.
She stood at the door of the manager's office and knocked on it.
After a while, Vicky's voice came from inside, "Come in."
Summer pushed the door open and went in with a smile. "Hello, sister."
Vicky looked at her unhappily.
"This is the company. Call me Manager Vicky."
Summer obediently called out, "Manager Vicky."
Vicky gazed at the smile on Summer's face and felt that she was overshadowed.
Thus, she had someone give Summer a large pile of useless materials, asked Summer to copy them, and then told her to get them shattered.
Summer ended up doing that all day.
Vicky had thought that Summer would lose her temper and came to argue with her. However, Summer finished the job without complaining.
Tim's tone was as emotionless and solemn as ever. "This is my duty."
Back at the villa, it occurred to Summer that Douglas had given her a black card.
She put down her bag, took the black card and went to the study to look for Leonardo.
When he was at home, he spent most of his time in the study.
Leonardo didn't turn around and sat with his back to her, his voice hoarse, "What's the matter?"
"I found a black card at home. I guess it belongs to you." Summer did not dare to say that it was a gift from "Douglas".
Leonardo was silent for a long time before saying, "Since you found it, keep it."
"But I heard that it was valuable...." Even Jerome and Vicky were surprised to see it.
Leonardo's tone was flat. "It is valuable when it is used."
Summer froze for a moment, agreeing with him. She couldn't argue with him.
Seeing that Leonardo didn't say anything else, she turned around and left.
In the evening, Jessica called her and said that she would be back tomorrow.
"Let's eat somewhere."
Summer glanced at the black card in her bag and said softly, "Then let's go to the Golden Cauldron Club."
"You've won the five million prize?"
"Something like that...." Leonardo said the card was for use.
Therefore, she decided to use it!
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