Chapter 138


    Next early morning.


    Mark nced at the time with his eyes barely open. It was 7:00 am. The sky was still dark.


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    He looked at her, who was sleeping beside him. She n o longer slept in her usual position, which was


    to snuggle into his arms and hug him.


    Instead, she slept by curling up like a baby on the edge of the bed with her back facing him.


    His brow tightened. Her sleeping posture angered him. He pursed his lips and hissed. How he wished


    he could strangle her.


    But she did not avoid him any further than that.


    Just then, his phone vibrated. He pulled back his eyes and picked up the phone, then whisked the quilt


    away and got out of bed.


    "Mr. Valentine, I am calling to remind you about the inspection trip to New Haven za at nine in the


    morning," his assistant, Harry, said over the phone.


    "Okay.” He stepped into the bathroom and hung up the phone.


    He then went into the dressing room. When he reemerged, he was in his business suit, looking


    stalwart and charming. He nced at the dressing table before he left.


    It was 8:00 am, not too early nor toote, when Summer woke up. Mark was already nowhere to be


    seen.


    She went downstairs and took a stroll in the garden at the back of the mansion for a few rounds. The


    fresh air made her feel better. She no longer felt so depressed.


    Yvette was not there during breakfast. So she breathed a sigh of relief, as she could finally have her


    breakfast alone and in peace.


    It was during this time that Jazz came downstairs with the French test paper. He put it in front of her


    with an expectant look on his face.


    "Are you waiting for mypliment?" Summer said snappishly after taking a spoonful of oatmeal.


    "Of course,” Jazz said in a matter of course tone of voice.


    She checked the test paper, one question after another, in all seriousness. "There is a condition: for


    each French word you misspell, write it down ten times."


    Jazz''s face crashed. He kept his low as he regretted his decision.


    Raine said not a word, but just sat there quietly and looked at the two of them.


    Jazz was good, his French test score up to standard with no major vocabry and grammatical errors.


    But there were still a few minor mistakes.


    After breakfast, Summer sat on the sofa and exined the French test questions to Jazz. Baine was


    sitting nearby, flipping through files absentmindedly. No one knew what she was thinking.


    The servants were busy at work as they gave the mansion a major cleanup from the inside out.


    New Haven za


    Ka Poole was shopping with friends amid the year end rush. All major shops in the mall were


    offering steep discounts on winter clothes and spring models. The ce was bustling with life.


    New Haven za was the most famous shopping mall in Santabaca, not only for its strategic location


    but also its majestic decoration and the shops of major international brands under one roof.


    Besides, New Haven za was also popr for its top-notch customer service and friendly staff.


    So the mall was crowded.


    Someone suddenly pulled at Ka''s arm and then she heard her friend screaming, "Oh, my gosh!


    Look, so handsome!"