Chapter 333


    As Summer sat on the settee, Harry asked, "Would you like coffee or tea, Ms. Hart?"


    Summer had no mood for this. She just cared about one thing. "No thanks. When will the meeting be


    over?"


    "Please be patient, Ms. Hart. I am not sure about the time." Harry still asked the secretary to make a


    cup of tea for her.


    "Okay, thank you." Summer thanked Harry, and then she asked, "May I know what floor the conference


    room is on?"


    Harry had no clue of what her intention was. So he told her. "Forty-eighth floor."


    As soon as Harry’s voice trailed off, Summer got to her feet and walked out of the president''s office to


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    get to the 48th floor.


    Harry came to his senses and pursued. His gut feeling told him that something was not right.


    But Harry’s reaction was a little toote. By the time h e caught up with Summer, she had pushed open


    the conference door.


    The senior executives and managerial staff were reporting on the progress of their respective projects


    when they heard the door swing open. They all looked


    in that direction.


    That included Mark. He was holding a pen in his well-proportioned hand and tapping on the file.


    All eyes were on her, but Summer''s face was nonchnt. She stood straight with a calm and indifferent


    expression, her eyes sweeping over those people beforending on the leading man in the middle.


    "Since Mr. Valentine has done such a despicable thing, this action of mine should be of no surprise to


    you."


    Their eyes met; one pair was cold and nonchnt, the other pair was deep as a whirlpool. It was as if


    no one else but the two of them were in the conference room.


    Those senior executives and managerial staff looked a t each other, wondering what was happening.


    Harry walked up to Mark and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "I am sorry, Mr.


    Valentine. I couldn''t stop Ms. Hart."


    "It''s all right.” Mark pulled back his gaze. "The meeting is over."


    Now there were only the two of them in the conference room as everyone else had left, and the door


    was closed.


    Summer got straight to the point. "Where do you hide Charlotte?"


    Mark shifted his posture with his legs ovepping, squinting at her. "In a ce you can’t find," he said


    in a matter-of-fact tone of voice.


    His answer made her hackles rise. But she fought it back.


    She stared at him with her lips turning up in a sarcastic smile. "Do I need to remind you, Mr. Valentine,


    that Charlotte is in my custody? Do you know what your act of abduction looks like? You look like a


    robber."


    Mark shrugged and leaned back in the leather chair. "I f I didn''t act like a robber, do you think I could


    spend time with my daughter alone?”


    He seemed to give emphasis on thest part of his sentence.


    Sure enough, he already knew what he should know, and this result was within her expectation.


    “Why didn''t you think of spending time with your daughter back then, Mr. Valentine?" she asked back.