Secret Marriage, High-Profile Pampering!-Chapter 889: Who Are You Calling Brother?

For so many companies to be managed by one person, only someone with exceptional business skills like Adrian Walyon could achieve it.

In terms of company management, Adrian Walyon isn’t a person; he’s a god!

How much time has Summer Sutton spent at Morningview Group in total?

Even though Adrian Walyon has many assistants, for a newcomer like her in the business world, managing so many companies is almost an impossible task.

Watt Bennet suddenly wondered, how many hours did she sleep each day while Adrian Walyon was away?

Summer Sutton slept very deeply, and once asleep, she did not wake up.

With Watt Bennet, she feels very secure, as if when she’s beside him, the whole world consists only of her and him, and she doesn’t need to do anything else; he is her sky, her ground, her whole world.

Once asleep, when her body moved, she seemed to grab something at the edge of the sofa.

Warm, hot, somewhat hard, yet it gave Summer Sutton a special sense of stability.

Even holding onto it, she continued sleeping, not letting go the entire night...

The next day when she woke up, Watt Bennet was already up before her.

He was facing away from her, choosing his clothes in the dressing room. For some reason today, although she stood at the door and watched him for just a few minutes, he rubbed his shoulder several times.

Summer Sutton couldn’t understand him, frowned suspiciously, and went downstairs to prepare breakfast.

She put the porridge on the stove, washed a lemon, and was about to slice it to make a pot of fruit tea when suddenly a crisp voice rang out outside the villa, "Brother Watt, are you there?"

Summer Sutton disliked Adrian Walyon being called brother by any woman, frowning as she stopped slicing the lemon, raised her face, and looked toward the garden. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

In the garden, a woman in a yellow dress was walking into the house.

A very young girl, she looked no more than eighteen or nineteen years old, the whole body of yellow shining brightly in the sunlight like flowers blooming in March, like a butterfly dancing lightly in the garden.

The girl walked toward the house, tilting her head and peering inside the villa, calling as she walked, "Brother Watt!"

Summer Sutton was already displeased by her calling him "Brother," but didn’t expect that on her way into the house, she would call "Brother" countless times.

It seemed as if it was deliberately meant for Summer Sutton to hear, each call like a thorn piercing her ear, making her extremely uncomfortable.

Summer Sutton tightened her grip on the lemon, her slender fingers clenching hard, the lemon almost being squeezed out of juice.

Last night, she felt comforted, thinking whether it was in the past or with Watt Bennet, both Adrian Walyon and him had their own principles when dealing with women, never getting too close to any other woman.

But today, she finds herself contradicted.

Now they’ve come looking for him directly at home!

She tossed the lemon aside and stepped out of the kitchen.

When she came out, she happened to meet the woman entering the house.

Her hands were carrying large and small bags, her gaze upstairs when she entered, "Brother Watt, I brought you breakfast, Grandpa specially asked someone to make it, saying it’s good for your injury."

Summer Sutton walked over with a dark expression and blocked her as she was about to enter.

"Who are you calling Brother?" Her gaze fixed on her, Summer Sutton’s tone was cold.