Chapter 85: Unfinished Business

On the other end of the call, Trevor’s voice was uncharacteristically gentle. “Summer, I just want to help you. There’s no need to be so harsh.”

“Help me? Trevor, didn’t you just transfer a million dollars to Peyton? And now you want to help me? I can’t accept that kind of help,” Summer said, baffled.

Trevor frowned. How did Summer know he had sent Peyton that money? But hearing her confront him so sharply, refusing his offer, could it be that she was upset because of Peyton?

“Summer, are you jealous?” Trevor asked.

“Jealous?” Summer let out a cold laugh, as if she had heard the most absurd joke in the world. “Why the hell would I be jealous? I just think it’s disgusting how you try to have it both ways. Why didn’t I see you for what you truly are before? No, the problem was, I was blind!”

Without hesitation, Summer ended the call. She didn’t want to speak another word to him. Five years of loving this man—what a waste.

Trevor stared at his phone as the call disconnected. He dialed again, but all he got was the endless beeping of a blocked number. Summer had cut him off once more. His expression darkened as he stared at the screen. He still didn’t know how she found out about the money. But from her tone just now… did it mean she still cared? A surge of joy filled Trevor’s heart.

Sitting in the driver’s seat, Summer’s chest rose and fell rapidly with anger. She immediately blocked Trevor’s number. Even if Marloux ended up choosing another mall, she would never beg him for help.

Just then, her phone rang again. “Hmm?”

The voice on the other end was deep and magnetic, with a lazy yet seductive drawl. Summer froze. That wasn’t Trevor! She glanced at the phone number; it was Fraser.

“What’s wrong?” Fraser asked.

Fraser stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of his office, his gaze fixed on the sprawling city skyline. “Who got you this worked up?”

Summer instantly fell silent, feeling a little guilty. “No one, just… some… annoying person.”

After a few encounters, Summer had picked up on something: Fraser seemed to dislike Trevor. Maybe it was just male territorial instinct.

Fraser raised a brow, his voice low and languid. “An annoying person who can make you this upset? Something troubling you?”

“It’s a business matter,” Summer said, quickly trying to steer the conversation away. “Why are you calling me?”

This was the first time Fraser had ever called her directly. She felt a little nervous.

“Can’t I call you without a reason?” Fraser questioned. His voice was so casual, yet it carried a teasing lilt that sent a strange warmth through her ears. At that moment, an image flashed in her mind: his sharp, wickedly handsome face, lips curled in a knowing smirk.

“That’s not what I meant…” Summer replied embarrassedly.

“Have dinner with me tonight,” Fraser asked.

“Ah…” Summer hesitated but realized she had no plans. “Alright.”

“You don’t want to?” Fraser asked.

“No, it’s not that,” Summer replied. She just wasn’t used to it yet.

“Cloud View Restaurant. I’ll send a driver for you later,” Fraser said. Before she could respond, he had already hung up.

Just now, he had overheard Summer mention something about Marloux. He knew that brand well. The Graham family was one of Marloux’s top VIP clients, spending millions there annually. Since Stewart Group operated shopping malls, and rumors had circulated about them vying for the luxury brand’s domestic expansion, it only made sense that Summer was leading the negotiations.

Fraser narrowed his eyes. It seemed he needed to do something—to ensure his woman could enjoy her dinner without a single worry. He picked up his phone and dialed. “Ada, set up a meeting with Marloux’s director for me.”

Cloud View Restaurant. One of the most exclusive restaurants in Havenbrook, towering above the city at the hundredth floor. It was named for its unparalleled view, where diners could practically touch the clouds. Due to its luxurious setting, a single meal here cost at least six figures, and entry required an elite-tier membership card. Ordinary people wouldn’t even get past the lobby. Even Summer didn’t have a membership. But when she arrived, the staff greeted her with the utmost respect, personally escorting her to the best table in the house.