Chapter 16: Even If He Dies, I’ll Just Call 911!

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 on 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.

21:45 Wed, 12 Mar NNN.

Chapter 16: Even If He Dies, I’ll Just Call 911!

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. “Come in,” came his deep, authoritative voice. She pushed open the door.

Jasper sat behind his large marble desk, his presence as imposing as ever. Without looking up, he tossed a file onto the desk. “Stewart Group’s global expansion project got a bank loan of only 250 million dollars. We still need 500 million. Go talk to Trevor. Get him to help.”

Summer picked up the file and skimmed it. The project was Jasper’s passion, something he had poured years of effort into. Even Harvey had been sent to Ardonia for a year just to work on it. Summer herself had done plenty of research on it. Everything was set—except the funding.

She set the file down. “Mr. Stewart, I’ve broken up with Trevor. I won’t ask him for anything. And even if I did, he wouldn’t necessarily help.”

Jasper’s expression darkened. He stood, exuding a strong sense of authority. “That’s just what you’re saying. The Larson family hasn’t announced any engagement withdrawal.” He continued, his tone coaxing. “Summer, I know you’re upset about Peyton. But if you get Trevor to invest, I’ll give you 10% of Stewart Group’s shares. Even your brother Harvey only has 5%. Margaret has none.”

Summer laughed coldly. It was a tempting offer. But she wasn’t about to grovel to Trevor just for it.

She met Jasper’s gaze, her voice steady. “Mr. Stewart, breaking off an engagement doesn’t require both parties to agree. I—”

The office door suddenly burst open. Margaret stormed in, her heels clicking against the floor. She tossed her Hermes bag onto the couch. “Dad, did I just hear something about 10% of Stewart Group’s shares? Does that mean whoever gets the investment gets the shares?”

Jasper frowned. “You should knock before entering.” Margaret had overheard the conversation from outside. She wasn’t about to let Summer take those shares.

“Sorry, Dad, I was just excited!” she said, quickly changing her tone. “If Summer won’t go ask Trevor, then she obviously won’t get the investment. But I have a way to secure the funding.”

Jasper narrowed his eyes. “Margaret, don’t mess around. This isn’t a small family matter—it’s the company’s future.”

But Margaret wasn’t backing down. 10% of Stewart Group’s shares. That meant annual dividends. That meant financial security. Even if the Stewart family ever abandoned her, she’d have an independent source of wealth. Her eyes darted cunningly. And if Summer and Trevor were on bad terms, this was the perfect opportunity for her to step in.

She rushed over and clung to Jasper’s arm. “Dad, I’m about to graduate! I studied fine arts, sure, but I’ve decided—I don’t want to be an artist. I want to work for Stewart Group. Getting the investment will just be my first contribution to the family! And once I’m officially in, you can give me a managerial or director position.”

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