Chapter 308: The Graham Glam Slam +8 Pearls

Summer slept quietly, like a little kitten, and Fraser watched her for a while before leaning down and kissing her forehead gently. “Goodnight, my dear Summer.”

After a while, Fraser carefully lifted the covers. He got up and walked out of the room. The gentle look in his eyes slowly faded, replaced by a fleeting sharpness.

The Graham Mansion stood like a majestic castle, composed of the main house and four auxiliary buildings to the front, back, left, and right, all in a classic architectural style. Fraser walked toward the back house, his demeanor regal, dressed in black, his steps cold and firm. He passed through the long corridor, crossed the back garden, and stopped in front of a room.

Fraser pushed the door open. Inside, Helen sat looking haggard on a mahogany chair, still dressed in the sophisticated, dark gray embroidered suit from the afternoon, her complexion looking terrible. Helen wasn’t surprised to see Fraser; a black-framed picture of Maximus rested on her lap.

Fraser, hand in pocket, looked down at her from his towering height, his gaze deep and somber. “Why did you do these things to Summer?”

Helen’s voice was hoarse and muddy, “It was Karena.”

“Heh,” Fraser scoffed, his voice notably grim, “Without your permission, she dared to act?”

Helen had always been the matriarch of the Graham family. She had always been high above, respected even by Maximus, never opposed by anyone. And now, her own grandson—her well-raised, obedient grandson—was repeatedly pushing her for a woman. Thinking of this, Helen’s face darkened even more.

“So what if I ordered it, Fraser, do you want me dead?”

Fraser’s eyes suddenly darkened, and after a moment, his voice was ice-cold. Behind them—

Clang! A loud noise. Helen threw the picture frame of Maximus at Fraser. Fraser coolly dodged, and the black frame smashed against the door, falling to the floor. +8 Pearls

Helen was breathing heavily, shouting angrily, “Why should Summer move in? Don’t you understand her motives? She’s just using you to get back at me! This kind of woman—to let her into the Graham family, don’t even think about it.”

Fraser’s icy brows didn’t move, as if he already knew Summer’s intentions. He glanced at the fallen picture frame, unconcerned, his tone arrogant and fierce. “If she wants to play, I’ll play with her. You’ll just have to bear it. Otherwise, from now on, the Graham family will have no place for you, only Summer. And since Grandfather has passed, if you want to enjoy your later years, better behave, hmm?”

“Fraser!” Helen, not expecting Fraser to be so ruthless, grabbed a dagger from the table and held it to her own neck.

Fraser looked up displeased, a glint of menace in his eyes, and stated firmly, “You know I don’t like threats. If you want to stab, I’ll make sure your funeral is exquisite.”

With that, Fraser turned and walked out without a second glance. Clang! Helen’s hand loosened instantly, the knife falling from her grasp, her gaze like a deep well in the desert, dry and desolate. “Ah!…..”

The next morning, Summer was awakened by the ringing of her phone. She groggily answered. It was Winston reporting. “Ms. Stewart, the rumors about you and Mr. Lucas of the Aldridge Group are rampant online, severely affecting the company’s operations. Since yesterday morning, nearly a hundred reporters have requested interviews.”

Hearing this, Summer instantly woke up and sat up in bed. At yesterday’s press conference, she had only shared half the truth before leaving. This led to the rumors about her and Lucas spreading. But it couldn’t have blown up to this extent in just one day!

“What’s going on?” Summer asked.

Winston replied, “It’s…the Aldridge Group confirmed it.”

Chapter 308: The Graham Glam Slam +8 Pearls

The headlines read, “Aldridge Group confirms Lucas is also in a relationship with Summer of the Stewart Group, wedding news imminent!” “Shocking! Lucas is also the biological father of Summer’s baby!” “Match made in heaven, Aldridge Group elders agree to marry Summer!”

Summer clenched her phone tightly and instructed Winston, “With so many reporters wanting an interview, choose one from a major media outlet.” She needed to clarify things fast. Just as she hung up, Lucas’s call came through again. Send Gifts