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Chapter 331
A Misunderstanding
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Although the staff were well-behaved and didn't dare to look around improperly, Summer still felt a little embarrassed.
Fraser's dark eyes gleamed as his grip on her wrist loosened, shifting to hold her hand instead. His thumb brushed lightly over her fingertips before slowly
interlacing her fingers. His voice was lazy yet seductive. "What are you afraid of? You're the master of this house."
Summer was speechless.
Arguing with him about such things was pointless, so she simply changed the subject.
"I remember you've known Xavier for a long time. What's his outlook like- especially when it comes to relationships?"
Xavier again?
This woman had just returned and had already been chatting nonstop with me, her ever with admiration. And now she was asking me about Xavier?
practically sparkling
Fraser's mood soured, his tone laced with irritation. "Why are you asking about him?"
Even though Yvette was fearless when it came to love, I still wanted a full understanding of whether Xavier is suitable to be a boyfriend or not. And since Fraser was his best friend, he would know best.
She tugged lightly at his arm, her voice sweet and coaxing. "Just tell me, okay?"
Now she was seducing me for the sake of another man?
From now on, Xavier was banned from setting foot here!
Fraser didn't even blink. "He's a playboy."
Summer's eyes
widened. "No way!"
If that was true, Yvette was in trouble!
Fraser mercilessly piled on. "Smooth-talking, unfaithful, irresponsible-a certified scumbag."
The more Summer listened, the more something felt off.
Then Fraser added in a smug, lazy tone, "So you don't need to know about other men. Just focus
on me."
Only then did Summer realize Fraser had misunderstood.
She nearly fainted from exasperation.
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"Oh."
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Hearing this. Fraser relaxed, his expression returning to normal. Not a trace of guilt remained for his earlier slander.
Then he's quite passable."
Summer frowned. "What do you mean, passable? Explain.... clearly."
Even if it was for someone else's sake, Fraser didn't like hearing Summer talk
about other men His possessiveness over her was overwhelming.
Suddenly, he reached out, cupped the back of her head, and kissed her, swallowing the rest of
words.
The faint taste of coffee and his masculine scent enveloped her.
Their bodies pressed close, the air between them thick with intimacy.
Summer didn't resist. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck, responding
to his kiss with unexpected tenderness.
Feeling her initiative, Fraser's gaze darkened.
When Summer pulled back slightly and opened her eyes, she was met with his deep, dangerous
stare.
Realizing he had witnessed her wholehearted participation, her cheeks burned with embarrassment.
Annoyed, she huffed, "Didn't you say we're supposed to close our eyes when kissing? Why didn't you?"
Fraser's eyes gleamed as he traced her slightly swollen lips, a faint, amused smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. His low voice was laced with indulgence. "Fine, I'll close them."
Summer was speechless.
She turned her face away. "No more kissing!"
Seeing the pink tint even reaching her ears, Fraser let out a deep, rumbling laugh. He lowered his voice to coax her. "I was wrong. I shouldn't have watched you kiss me. I should've kept my eyes. shut, okay? How about this-I'll kiss you, and you can stare at me the whole time."
His teasing words made Summer's entire neck flush. "No!"
Just then, Fraser's phone rang.
Summer tried to stand up from his lap, but his arm tightened around her waist, keeping her in place as he answered the call.
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As she studied his handsome face up close-his long lashes, deep-set eyes, the
faint dimple that appeared when he smiled-she realized something.
For a long time now, no matter when I turned around, he had always been there behind me, never leaving.
Today, Yvette's encouragement to confess had stuck with me.
I want to find the right moment.
I will tell Fraser everything.
And if... if he ended up angry with me...
Well, I'd just use the baby to soften his heart.
Surely, for the child's sake, hed forgive me....
Lost in thought, she didn't notice Fraser had already hung up until his lazy voice sounded above
her.
"Come with me later to the birthday banquet for Granthera Bank's former chairman?"
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Summer looked up.. "Hmm?"
"As Mrs. Graham?" Fraser said.
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Although the Graham Group had already announced our marriage, Summer had yet to formally attend any events with me.
Granthera Bank is the largest private bank in the country.
Being invited to the former chairman's birthday banquet was a privilege reserved only for the elite of the financial world-meaning the event would be nothing short of grand.
In fact, part of Jasper's Global Plan had been funded by a loan from Granthera Bank.
Just as Fraser was starting to think Summer might refuse, she nodded.
His dark eyes gleamed like polished obsidian as he hooked a finger under her chin, teasing. "Being so obedient... Did you do something bad?"
Summer met his gaze with clear, innocent eyes, her tone laced with testing curiosity. "And if I did... would you forgive me?"
Fraser's expression turned unreadable as he studied her delicate features, the air between them suddenly thick with tension.
Summer's heart pounded erratically, her fingers nervously twisting together.
Then, word by deliberate word, he answered.
"I will never stay angry at you."
His voice was solemn, as if making a vow.
Summer's eyes stung unexpectedly.
She quickly pressed her forehead against his chest, hiding her wavering emotions. The steady thud of his heartbeat against her ear sent waves of warmth through her.
After a moment, she steadied herself, though her voice still carried a hint of a sniffle.
"I don't even have a dress for the banquet."
Fraser had expected her to say something sweet in response-maybe even get emotional.
Instead, she pivoted straight to wardrobe logistics.
This woman... truly had a talent for killing the mood.
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A low chuckle rumbled in his chest. "Just wait. You'll be the most stunning princess there tonight."
And with that single word-wait. Summer once again witnessed the power of wealth.
The room glowed under brilliant chandeliers, casting a luxurious sheen over every surface.
Servants carefully wheeled in racks upon racks of haute couture gowns, each more exquisite than the last. Silk, lace, and chiffon shimmered under the light, their intricate designs radiating elegance.
Alongside them, hundreds of priceless jewels were meticulously displayed. Diamond necklaces sparkled with icy brilliance, pearl earrings glowed softly, and ruby rings burned like ember transforming the space into a veritable treasure trove.
Three tall models paraded in succession, each adorned in a different custom- made gown, circling gracefully for Summer's inspection.
Fraser lounged lazily on the sofa, one arm draped along the backrest, the other wrapped around. her waist. He raised a brow. "Take your pick."
Every dress was the latest season's most coveted design, hugging the models' curves in breathtaking fashion.
Summer's head spun from the sheer opulence. She randomly pointed at one.
"That one."
A maid immediately retrieved the chosen gown-a deep V-back, white strapless number with a fishtail skirt that shimmered like a mermaid's scales.
Summer hadn't realized her random pick would be so... revealing.
Fraser's frown was instantaneous, his tone strained. "You're sure about this one?"
Summer side-eyed his barely concealed displeasure and couldn't resist teasing him.
"You don't like it? I think it's beautiful."
His jaw tightened, teeth grinding for a second before he forced out a stiff, "If you like it, that's
what matters.
Then he lifted his gaze, shooting the staff a glare so icy they nearly shivered on the spot.
Why is Mr. Graham looking at us like he wants to murder someone? The dress is gorgeous!
Summer bit back a laugh at his suffering. "Alright, I'll try it on."
...Mm."
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He was clearly dying inside, yet he still let me have my way.
Watching him internally combust, Summer finally burst into giggles, her voice bright with amusement. "I'm kidding. This isn't really my style anyway."
Fraser exhaled in quiet relief.
If she had actually worn that dress in public, I would've had to gouge out every man's eyes at the banquet.
Turning to him, Summer laced her fingers through his, her gaze tender. "Fraser... If there's something you don't want me to do, you can just tell me.
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Fraser raised his hand slightly, and the maids, models, and makeup artists promptly withdrew, leaving them alone..
Today, Summer seemed different somehow.
I couldn't quite pinpoint what it was-the way she looked at me or how close she stayed to me.
His eyes darkened as he felt the softness of her hand in his, his throat bobbing slightly before he finally spoke, his voice low and deliberate.
"If you like it, then I like it."
Summer blinked. "Even if I really wore that sexy dress out?"
Fraser narrowed his eyes, a dangerous glint flashing in them. "Are you teasing me on purpose?"
Without waiting for an answer, he pulled her onto his lap, his hand sliding under her skirt without restraint.
"Ah-That tickles!"
"Still daring to provoke me, hm?" Fraser asked.
"I won't-I won't! Fraser, if you keep going, I'll... I'll get mad!"
After some playful wrestling, Summer finally settled on a black gown.
Her baby bump wasn't usually noticeable, but a fitted dress would still reveal a slight curve.
This particular black gown had a strapless, sweetheart neckline, crafted from the finest satin, with layers of cascading ruffles that swayed like ocean waves.
When Summer wore it, she looked like an enchanting spirit-mysterious yet irresistibly alluring.
Her fair skin contrasted beautifully against the dark fabric, making her appear even more delicate, as if begging to be touched.
When she stepped out of the dressing room, Fraser's gaze darkened as he raked his eyes over her -slowly, deliberately-starting from her head, trailing down, then back up again before finally settling on her face.
Summer fidgeted under his scrutiny. "Does it... not look good?"
His eyes burned with a barely restrained intensity as he leaned in, his breath hot against her ear.
"You're so beautiful that I want to hide you away."
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Fraser tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his voice rough with desire.
"When we get back, I'm going to peel this off you-slowly, piece by piece." His calloused fingertips brushed her earlobe, teasing and kneading lightly. Summer shot him an embarrassed glare before quickly walking ahead. Fraser watched her flustered retreat, a smirk tugging at his lips. Finished
The birthday celebration for Granthera Bank's former chairman was held in a lavish five-story villa.
The mansion was ablaze with lights, the clinking of glasses and hum of conversations turning the hillside estate as bright as day.
A red carpet stretched like a river from the entrance all the way into the heart of the venue.
When Summer walked in arm-in-arm with Fraser, a ripple of murmurs spread through the crowd.
All eyes instantly locked onto them—first on Fraser, then slowly shifting to the woman beside
him.
Tonight, Fraser wore a meticulously tailored three-piece black suit, a sleek tie completing the ensemble. His noble bearing made him stand out like royalty among commoners.
Summer, however, felt uneasy under the weight of so many stares.
Fraser paused, glancing down at her. "What's wrong?"
She tugged his hand lightly. "Do you not notice how those women are practically undressing you with their eyes?"
Fraser lazily swept his sharp gaze across the room before smirking. "And I don't like how those men are staring at you. So stick close to me. Don't wander off."
Wouldn't want someone stealing you away.
Especially with that new nuisance, Lucas Aldridge, lurking around.
Not that he was a real threat-just an eyesore.
Soon, groups of well-dressed men and their companions approached to greet them.
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fortunate man you are."
As the wealthiest family in Havenbrook, the Grahams were magnets for social climbers.
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And with the Graham Group's legendary investment division-capable of reviving any failing project with a single injection of capital-everyone wanted a connection.
Meanwhile, the women on their arms stared at Summer with a mix of envy and resentment.
Fraser stood tall, his handsome face cool and detached.
Even surrounded by admirers, he couldn't be bothered to offer a smile-just a faint nod.
His attention remained solely on Summer. He leaned down. "Thirsty?"
Before she could answer, a woman in a purple dress hurried over with a glass of water, smiling sweetly.
"The night's just started. Warm water is better for you."
She was Daniel's companion.
Summer was thirsty, so she accepted it. "Thank you."
Fraser's dark eyes lingered on her before flicking indifferently to Daniel.
"Send another copy of that project proposal to my assistant."
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Daniel's face lit up with barely contained glee.
"Thank you, Mr. Graham! Thank you for your generosity!"
Everyone knew Winston's project had been rejected by the Graham Group's investment department.
Yet, a simple glass of water had changed his fate!
Instantly, the crowd understood-the real key to winning Fraser's favor was through the woman beside
The other executives shot annoyed glances at their own companions, silently urging them to act.
Within moments, Summer was surrounded by a swarm of socialites, all vying for her attention with flattering greetings.
Before long, Martin Harper-chairman emeritus of Granthera Bank-emerged, leaning on a cane with the support of his attendants.
At 85 years old, he still carried himself with vigor. His eyes!
up when he spotted Fraser.
"You brat. I thought even my 85th birthday wouldn't be enough to drag you here." Fraser smirked. "How could I dare miss it when you've been waiting for me?"
Granthera Bank and the Graham Group shared deep ties dating back to Fraser's grandfather's era. The two old men had once fought side by side in their youth- comrades in arms.
"A shame your grandfather left us too soon... But enough of that. The Graham Group has flourished even more under your leadership than it did in his time. Truly, the student has surpassed the master."
"And Granthera Bank thrives just as well under your family's stewardship." Fraser said.
Martin knew Fraser was just being polite.
My own sons were disappointments. If not for the bank's unshakable foundation, their incompetence would have long driven it into ruin.
That was why I, nearing 90, still couldn't retire.
Then Martin finally noticed the woman beside Fraser. "And this is...?"
Fraser's arm slid possessively around Summer's waist. "My fiancée, Summer Stewart of the
Steuer Aroun❞
Morgan Harper
The word "hance" made the old man's cloudy eyes flicker briefly before he recovered.
"Ms. Stewart, you're quite beautiful Fraser has excellent taste.
Summer smiled awkwardly "Thank you for the kind words, Mr. Martin."
Martin wayed a hand. "No need for formalities, Just like Fraser, be more close with me."
Martin had instantly grasped the situation the moment Fraser said "fiancée."
For Fuser to bring her here tonight was a declaration this woman was the future Mrs. Graham, recognized before all
By status alone, she wouldn't normally qualify to enter their elite circle.
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But Eraser was no longer just the Graham heir. He was the undisputed ruler of the Graham empire now, and if he chose to honor me, it was already a privilege.
Martin knew better than to overstep.
Then, his eyes narrowed slightly as a thought struck him.
"Ah, I recall now-the Stewart Group once took out a loan with Granthera, didn't they?"
Back then, the Stewart Group's Global Plan had lacked sufficient collateral, so Granthera had only approved half the requested amount-forcing Jasper to seek Fraser's investment later.
Summer couldn't help but reflect on the irony. Once, even meeting Martin had been impossible., Note, he is calling me to be close with him.
All this respect, all this farening-it was only because of the name mine would soon carry, Mrs. Graham.
She smiled. "Mr. Martin, your memory is impressive."
"Grandpa!"
A clear, melodious voice rang out like a songbird's call.
A young woman in a sapphire-blue gown strode over, her every movement graceful. Adorned in a full set of diamonds-necklace, earrings, and bracelet-she was the picture of aristocratic
charm.
At just twenty, the girl exuded youthful radiance, her demeanor both affectionate and haughty ast she looped her arm through Martin's.
The old man's expression softened further.
"This is my granddaughter, Morgan Harper. And this is Fraser Graham, grandson
of Mr. Maximus the current head of the Graham Group."
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And from the way Grandpa introduced him, this probably is the legendary
"Bossman❞ those society girls wouldn't stop gushing about.
I'd always scoffed. What's so special about a rich man?
But now, face-to-face with Fraser's striking features-his sharp jawline, piercing
eyes, and towering frame -I finally understood the hype.
A flutter of curiosity and attraction stirred in her chest.
"Grandpa!" She pouted playfully before turning to Fraser with a demure smile.
"Fraser, hello! I'm Morgan Harper. You can call me Morgan."
Fraser gave a slight nod, his expression indifferent.
Martin chuckled. "Forgive her-this girl's been spoiled rotten. Now, where were we?"
Summer smoothly steered the conversation back. "We were just saying how fortunate Stewart Group was to secure Granthera's loan back then. Without it, the Global Plan wouldn't have taken off so smoothly."
Martin nodded approvingly. “Then it seems fate brought us all together. When you two marry, I'll prepare a grand gift."
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Married?!
Morgan's eyes widened in disbelief.
The man I'd just taken an interest in-already claimed?!
Her gaze swept over Summer with blatant disdain, hostility radiating off her in
waves.
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I recognized her now-she was the same woman who had stolen the spotlight earlier, overshadowing me, the host's granddaughter!
The thought made Morgan's blood boil..
A man like Fraser, born into nobility, should naturally be paired with someone like me-a true socialite.
How could he have fallen for this low-class gold-digger?!
Summer met her glare head-on.
The air between them crackled with tension.
Morgan shot her a venomous look, but Summer simply turned away, indifferent.
Being ignored like this was a first for Morgan. A fire raged in her chest.
In the villa's back hall, Morgan lit a cigarette, took a sharp drag, and snapped at her lackeys, "Find out everything about that woman."
Liliah and Sasha, her ever-loyal followers, flanked her.
Liliah twirled a strand of hair with her manicured red nails. "I thought you weren't interested in Mr. Graham? Why the sudden curiosity about his fiancée?"
Morgan exhaled smoke irritably. "Just do it. Stop wasting my time."
Sasha, licking frosting off her cake, chimed in lazily, "When the Graham Group announced their engagement, every socialite in Havenbrook already dug up her dirt. She was dirt-poor before being 'recognized' by the Stewart family at 20. Threw tantrums, kicked out sweet Margaret and her mother-real classy. And guess how she climbed up? Slept her way through every powerful man in sight. First, she latched onto Trevor, but he dumped her for his first love. So she set her sights on Fraser next. Lucky for her, she got pregnant. Now the Bossman has to marry her."
Morgan slammed her cigarette into the ashtray, grinding it violently. "That bitch has some nerve! Damn, I totally looked down on this kind of woman. Getting up to men's beds for money and
status."
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everyone was unsatisfied with her. But after some heiress leaked her scandals to
a magazine, the entire publishing house mysteriously went bankrupt overnight. Now, no one dares touch her."
Morgan's fury burned hotter.
Since when did anyone in Havenbrook outshine me in arrogance?!!
"I'm going to teach her a lesson."
Liliah hesitated. "But... Mr. Graham is here."
Morgan scoffed. "Coward! This is my family's turf. That cheap slut won't leave unharmed."
On her way to the restroom, Summer spotted a familiar face-Merry, dressed in server attire, carrying a tray.
Merry?
After sending me that apology over WhatsApp, she'd vanished.
Merry looked up and froze when she saw Summer.
"S-Summer..."
Summer studied her uniform. "You work here?"
"Just a side gig. Pays 137 dollars per day." Merry replied.
A pause. Then, Summer asked softly, "Are you.... doing okay?"
Guilt crushed Merry. She'd been too ashamed to face Summer after being fooled
by Sienna into nearly getting her killed.
Now, hearing Summer's concern, her eyes welled up.
"Summer, I... I never meant to.... I'm so sorry."
"You've apologized plenty over text." Summer said.
Merry bit her lip, tears spilling. "I don't deserve your forgiveness. Just pretend you never knew
me."
She turned to leave, but Summer caught her arm.
"It wasn't your fault. You didn't know,"
Merry stared at her, trembling. "Y-You... don't hate me? Because of my
mistake... My carelessness..
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properly."
Merry burst into tears. "Summer..."
"Go on. You're on the clock. Crying in front of guests isn't professional."
Nodding vigorously, Merry wiped her face. "I'll-I'll message you later!"
As she hurried off, she suddenly doubled back.
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"Oh! Summer, about Sienna-after she drugged you, I tried to confront her. But her
whole family vanished. Rumor says they fled overseas."
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Summer had actually investigated Sienna's whereabouts after the incident.
From what I gathered, Sienna had taken Helen Lawson's money and fled the country.
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Merry continued. "My classmate is neighbors with her family. She told me she's been hearing noises next door lately. If Sienna really came back. she'd definitely come after you, Summer. Be careful.
A voice called for Merry in the distance.
"I have to go." Merry said.
Summer's expression darkened.
Logically, if Sienna had fled abroad, she shouldn't dare return-unless she had nowhere else to go.
Her hand instinctively rested on her stomach.
I couldn't afford to take risks anymore. Not with my child's safety at stake.
As Summer stepped out of the restroom, the sound of commotion from the back hall caught her
attention.
The banquet was divided into three sections-the main hall, the front hall, and the back hall.
The back hall was closer to the women's restroom and mostly occupied by socialites.
Summer had no intention of getting involved and was about to return to Fraser when she heard.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Morgan! I... I didn't mean to!"
A familiar voice. Crying.
Summer turned.
Merry's face was flushed with humiliation as she stammered apologies.
Morgan stood before her, her blue gown stained with a splash of wine. Her expression was
venomous.
"Didn't mean to?" Morgan sneered. "You ruined my dress, and you think a half- assed apology is enough? What kind of servant are you?"
Before Merry could react, Morgan's seven-inch stiletto lashed out.
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Gasping. Merry clutched her abdomen, her uniform now smeared with a grinning footprint.
"L... I was walking straight, and you suddenly stepped in front of me!"
Sasha smirked. "The master is never wrong, sweetheart. Morgan, your staff needs training.
Merry bit her lip. I wasn't some plaything for these rich girls.
"Then let me clean it for you."
Liliah scoffed. "Clean? Do you know this kind of gown won't be worn twice? Besides, this is a 167 thousand dollar gown. It's ruined. You couldn't pay it off even if you sold yourself."
Morgan strode forward, picking up a cocktail from a nearby table. Her voice dripped with malice.
"Honestly, what kind
tras
does our housekeeper hire the days?"
Then, she lifted the glass, tilting it over Merry's head.
"Let me teach you a lesson."
Suddenly, a hand slammed into Morgan's wrist, crushing her grip.
Morgan looked up.
Summer stood before her, eyes like ice.
With a sharp twist, Summer wrenched Morgan's arm back.
The cocktail flew backward, drenching Morgan's dress in sticky yellow liquid.
Morgan staggered, livid.
"How dare you interfere?! I'm disciplining my servant!"
Summer helped Merry up, her voice calm. "I'll pay for the dress."
Morgan let out a shrill laugh.
"With what? The money you screwed out of Mr. Graham? I'd rather burn cash
than touch a gold- digger's dirty money!"
The words were a bomb in the silent hall.
The surrounding socialites gasped, whispers erupting like wildfire.
"She's right..."
"Who does she think she is?"
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The woman in the purple dress from earlier quietly retreated, rushing to find help.
Unlike the others, I wasn't foolish enough to provoke Mr. Graham's fiancée.
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On the one hand, they felt that Summer was not soorthy of the Bossman and gossiped and denigrated her at the back. However, in person, they still flattered and praised Summer.
Morgan, emboldened by the crowd's support, smirked.
"A shameless whore like you only knows how to spread their legs. That baby in your belly? With a mother like you, it's better off not being born-
Thwack!
The sound echoed through the hall.
mmer's palm blazed across Morgan's cheek-a slap so hard it snapped the heiress's head to the
side.
Coldness flashed under Summer's eyes as she reached out and threw a hard
slap over, using all her strength.
I wouldn't tolerate anyone talking about my baby!
Morgan stumbled, her face flaming red.
"You-you bitch! You hit me?!"
Summer's eyes were arctic.
'Thwack!
A second slap.
Morgan's mouth hung open, stunned.
Summer leaned in, her voice a blade.
"You're so uneducated to take the lead in denigrating a guest on the main stage of your own party: I'll teach you a lesson on your grandfather's behalf and save you the embarrassment!"
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Morgan clutched her stinging, swollen face, her voice trembling with rage.
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"What the hell are you all standing around for?! Grab her! I don't care if the King of Heaven himself shows up-I'm tearing this bitch apart!"
The crowd stood frozen in shock.
No one had ever dared lay a hand on Morgan-the jewel of the Harper family, the undisputed queen of Havenbrook's socialite scene.
And yet, here she was, publicly humiliated, in her own grandfather's banquet hall.
At Summer's hands.
The socialites hesitated, glancing at each other.
They wanted to obey Morgan, but...
She is Mr. Graham's fiancée.
That name alone was enough to make their blood run cold.
Morgan's eyes burned with hatred. "Liliah! Sasha! Move!"
Finally, the two girls stepped forward, reaching to seize Summer's arms-
Only for Merry to plant herself in front of Summer, blocking them.
The next moment, a voice came out.
"What is going on?!"
A thunderous voice cut through the tension.
Martin, leaning heavily on his cane, strode into the chaos, his face dark with displeasure.
Morgan immediately burst into tears, running to him. "Grandpa! That woman! She hit me!"
Martin's heart ached at the sight of his granddaughter's reddened cheek.
Morgan was my late eldest son's only child. After losing my son to illness years ago, I had doted on her excessively.
Now, his grip tightened on his cane. "Who did this?"
The crowd parted, their smirks hidden behind gloved hands as they gestured toward Summer.
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Summer stood calmly amidst their venomous stares. "I did."
Martin's brows furrowed. "You? Why?"
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Summer's voice was steady. "Mr. Martin, Morgan publicly called me a gold-digger and insulted the Graham heir-the unborn child of the Graham family. Lassumed such words couldn't have been taught by her elders, so I took the liberty of disciplining her myself. For the sake of the Harper family's reputation, of course. Martin's expression stiffened.
If I defended Morgan now, it would imply the Harpers condoned insults toward the Grahams.
He forced a stern tone. "Morgan! How could you speak so rudely to Mrs. Graham?"
Morgan gaped. "Grandpa! You're taking her side?!"
Martin patted her hand, his voice placating. "Enough. This was just a
misunderstanding. Morgan's jokes went too far, and Summer's reaction was too harsh. Let's leave it at that."
A masterful spin-implying Morgan's slurs were mere "jokes" while painting Summer as the
aggressor.
The perfect setup for rumors, "The violent, unstable Mrs. Graham"
Just then.
"Dad"
A woman in an emerald gown rushed forward.
She is Emelia, Morgan's mother.
Her face twisted in anguish as she cupped Morgan's swollen check. Dissatisfied with Martin so easily even.
"Dad, Morgan is still young and does not know what to say or random jokes; teaching with a few sentences is enough for her. I grew up not even wanting to be mean to her, but look at Morgan's face swollen from what kind of hit on her body, pain in my heart!"
Emilia turned around and glared angrily at Summer, then quickly changed to a gentle face again. Her voice dripped with false sweetness. "Summer, even if you aren't officially married into the Graham family yet, you still represent them. Attacking a hostess at her own event? Is this how street trash behaves? And frankly... was Morgan even wrong?"
The words were a knife, expertly wielded to strip Summer of her dignity
A murmur of agreement rippled through the crowd.
Then..
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Fraser's Protection Against His Wife
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The banquet hall was thick with tension as Merry stood her ground, her voice shaking with anger.
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"Hitting someone is wrong? Then what about Morgan kicking me? Why didn't any anything about that?" She glared at the crowd of socialites. "You all think you're so high and mighty, judging Summer when none of you are any better!"
Emelia's lips curled in disdain as she looked down at Merry. "Who is this lowly servant speaking out of turn?" She turned to the butler. "Remove her immediately."
Summer stepped forward, her voice icy. "You dare?"
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Emilia maintained her saccharine smile, though her "Ms. Stewart, you've already disrespected our family by striking my daughter at my father-in-law's birthday banquet. Now you're interfering with how we discipline our staff? You've clearly overstepped your bounds."
Just as the butler moved toward Merry, a cold, commanding voice cut through the tension like a
knife.
"My wife can do whatever she pleases anywhere, anytime. Even if she spoiled this banquet, why not?"
The crowd parted instantly as Fraser strode forward, his hands tucked casually in his pockets. His expression was deceptively calm, but the dangerous glint in his eyes made everyone instinctively step back.
Fraser stopped before Summer, his gaze sweeping over her in quick assessment. "Are you hurt?" His voice was softer now, just for her.
Summer shook her head.
Emelia's face twisted with indignation. "The one who's hurt is my daughter, Morgan! Your fiancée slapped her twice!"
Fraser arched an eyebrow, turning to Summer with what almost looked like pride. "Did you? How many times?"
Summer blinked, confused by the question. "... Two."
To everyone's shock, Fraser reached out and ruffled her hair affectionately. "Good girl. You've learned to hit back properly now. Did your hand hurt?"
The crowd gaped in stunned silence.
Morgan's face burned with humiliation, her lower lip trembling where she'd bitten it
raw.
Emilia's chest heaved with barely contained rage. "Mr. Graham! How can you say such things when my daughter is the injured party here?"
Fraser's Protection Against His Wife
she did, it only means one thing-your daughter said something unforgivable."
A heavy silence fell over the gathering.
Finished
Martin, seeing the situation spiraling out of control, stepped forward hastily. "Fraser, it was just childish banter! Emelia is simply a concerned mother. Let's not make a scene-
Fraser's smile was razor-thin. "I'd love to hear exactly what this banter' entailed." The woman in the purple dress, who had been quietly observing, finally spoke up. "Morgan called Mrs. Graham a gold-digger... and she cursed your unborn child."
The temperature in the room seemed to drop ten degrees.
Fraser's expression froze over. His gaze locked onto Morgan with such intensity that she physically flinched, her blood turning to ice.
"Two slaps?" He let out a dark chuckle that sent shivers down spines. "She went easy on you."
Morgan shrank behind her grandfather, her voice trembling. "G-Grandpa...!"
Martin's face drained of color. He turned on his granddaughter with uncharacteristic severity. "This is your doing! You and your mother-shut your mouths!"
Turning back to Fraser, he adopted a conciliatory tone. "Fraser, I failed to discipline her properly. I'll make sure she's taught a lesson. But today's my birthday-let's not ruin the occasion."
Fraser considered this for a long moment before giving a slight nod. "Out of respect for your age and position, I'll be lenient."
Then his finger lifted, pointing at Morgan like a judge delivering a sentence. "You. Come here and apologize to my wife. Properly."
Morgan's fists clenched so hard her nails drew blood from her palms. The thought of apologizing after being humiliated was unbearable.
If I bowed my head today, my reputation as Havenbrook's top socialite would be ruined.
Martin's cane thudded against the marble floor. "Morgan! Apologize now!"
"I won't!" Morgan turned to her mother with pleading eyes. "Mom, don't make me!"
Emelia looked at Martin, then seeing Morgan, her heart aching, "Dad... Just let it go."
Martin looked at her with grave.
If Fraser didn't step in, this matter could certainly be forgotten!
But things had already been brought to such a head.
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Soon, he angrily said, "If you don't apologize, I'll lock you in your room for a month."
Emilia looked at Morgan with heartbreak.
Finished
Morgan, who had been held in the palm of my hand since she was a little girl, now had to apologize in a low position, and I had a hard time with it, my heart throbbing with pain.
But there was no way; Martin had already spoken. Emelia could only tearfully nod her head to Morgan.
Morgan gritted her teeth, the anger in her chest almost breaking through her chest.
Humiliated, since I was a child, where have I ever been so humiliated!
A moment later, she clenched her hand in death and walked up, reluctantly dropping a, "I'm! Sorry!"
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Apologize By Emelia and Morgan
Fraser's arm tightened around Summer's slender waist as he let out a cold laugh. "What? Can't the Harper family even apologize properly?"
Emelia drew a sharp breath, her voice trembling with barely restrained fury. "Mr. Graham, Morgan is still young. This is her first time apologizing to someone. She's done her best, and I assure you she'll be more careful with her words in the future."
Fraser's lips curled in disdain.
Sympathy didn't exist in my vocabulary-not when it came to those who dared bully what was mine.
"If she's still young, then teach her properly. Show her what a real apology looks like."
Emelia froze.
Was he... demanding that I, the matriarch of the Harper family, apologize alongside my daughter? In front of everyone?
Her face flushed an ugly shade of purple as she whirled toward Martin, eyes pleading for intervention.
Martin frowned. This was going too far.
But when he met Fraser's gaze, any words of mediation died in his throat.
The man standing before me wasn't the boy who'd once called me "Mr. Martin." This was Fraser Graham ruthless business titan, the man who could make or break empires with a single word.
For the first time. Martin felt his age. The world belonged to those with power, and today, that power rested firmly in Fraser's hands.
"Emelia," Martin said heavily, "do as he says."
Emelia's breath hitched. Her legs nearly gave out beneath her.
I was the dignified widow of the Harper heir, the respected manager of the family's domestic affairs. And now. I was being forced to bote my head to this... this damn woman?
Forty years of carefully cultivated prestige-gone in an instant!
Her chest heaved with ragged breaths, but Emelia had survived worse
humiliations. She would endure this too.
With mechanical steps, she approached Morgan and seized her daughter's wrist in a vice-like grip.
Morgan tried to pull away, but Emelia's nails dug in mercilessly.
Apologize By Emelia and Morgan
Then, Emelia bent at the waist in a perfect 90-degree bow.
She wrenched Morgan's head down in unison, her voice dripping with poisoned honey.
Finished
"Mrs. Graham, please forgive my daughter's childish behavior. I hope you'll be magnanimous enough to overlook her mistakes."
A sharp pinch to Morgan's arm.
"Say it."
Morgan gritted her teeth. I won't say it!
Emelia scolded her, "Do you want me to part with you throwing our faces right here?!"
Morgan's entire body shook, her teeth grinding loud enough to hear.
"I'm... sorry."
Summer observed the bowing figures before her, her expression unreadable.
"Learn to guard your tongue. Next time, an apology won't be enough."
Morgan's head snapped up, her face twisted with rage.
"You-"
"Enough!" Martin's cane slammed against the floor. "Get out of here, both of you!"
Any further outbursts, and not even I could shield them from Fraser's wrath.
Emelia hauled Morgan away, their retreating figures hunched beneath the weight of a hundred mocking stares.
Martin turned to Fraser and Summer with a weary sigh. "My apologies, Fraser. This reflects poorly on our family's upbringing. Summer, please accept my sincerest regrets."
Though Fraser's protectiveness warmed her, Summer had no wish to fuel rumors of him bullying the elderly.
"Mr. Martin, there's no need. The matter is settled.
As the crowd dispersed, the atmosphere in the banquet hall shifted palpably.
The curious, envious glances once directed at Summer now held something new, fear.
Even Liliah and Sasha had vanished during the apology, their cowardice on full display.
Apologize By Emelia and Morgan
She tilted her face toward the crescent moon, its silver light softening her features,
"Did I cause trouble for you today?"
Fraser stopped walking.
#Emished
When she turned to him, his gaze was darker than the night sky, deeper than the
ocean.
"The only thing that matters is whether you were hurt."
Summer's heart swelled.
This was why I felt so safe, so certain, facing the world's malice.
Because he was always there-my unshakable foundation.
Fraser tucked a windblown strand of hair behind her ear, his thumb lingering against her cheek.
"What's that look for? Touched by my heroics?"
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Sweet Promise
Finished
Summer's lips curled into a mischievous smile as she teased, "Actually, I just realized how much trouble comes with being 'Mrs. Graham.""
Fraser's arm tightened possessively around her slender waist, his dark eyes glinting with something deeper. His voice dropped to that low, gravelly tone that never failed to make her shiver. Too late for regrets now. I won't let you escape."
Pressed against the solid wall of his chest, Summer reached up to play with his slate-gray tie, her usually crisp voice softening into something sweet and rare. "Then you'll have to treat me extra well."
Fraser's gaze deepened into something molten, his thumb tracing idle circles on her hip. "Haven't I been good to you?"
She nestled closer, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her ear. A lazy smile curved her lips, those elusive dimples making an appearance. "I mean properly good. Only me in your eyes, never making me angry, never bullying me-
Fraser silenced her with a kiss, his lips capturing hers mid-sentence.
The night wrapped around them like a velvet curtain-stars twinkling like scattered diamonds above, the faint scent of gardenias carried on the breeze that ruffled Summer's hair. Their silhouettes, bathed in moonlight, formed a perfect tableau of intimacy that seemed to stop time itself.
Somewhere in the distance, a discreet camera shutter clicked, capturing this private moment between the most talked-about couple in Havenbrook.
When Fraser finally pulled away, his eyes held such depth of emotion it nearly stole Summer's breath. "I love you, Summer."
The unexpected declaration hit her like a physical force. Her heart pounded so violently she thought it might burst from her chest, her breath catching in a quiet gasp. For a moment, she simply stared at him, her eyes wide with wonder.
Then, rising on tiptoe, she threw her arms around his neck, burying her face against his shoulder. Her voice came out rough with emotion. "Then love me forever."
Fraser chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest as he pressed a kiss to her hair. "Always, my baby."
When she clung tighter, he added in a more serious tone, "If I ever break this promise, may I-"
Summer's hand flew up to cover his mouth. "Don't you dare say it!" she
demanded, her fingers trembling slightly against his lips.
Gently pulling her hand away, Fraser held her gaze with unwavering certainty. "It won't happen. Because I can't break what's written in my bones."
Sweet Promise
Finished
Summer's vision blurred with shed tears. "Even if one day your feelings change, I still... I could never bear anything bad happening to you."
Fraser's expression softened as he brushed his lips against her forehead "Silly girl," he murmured. "If that impossible day ever comes, know this my heart will still beat for you. This I swear."
The weight of his words settled over Summer like sunlight after rain.
For the first time, the phrase "the future is bright" didn't feel like empty optimism but a tangible truth I could hold in my hands.
The sudden change in music drew their attention to the villa's floor-to-ceiling windows-where dozens of guests had gathered to watch their intimate moment. Summer hastily stepped back, her cheeks flushing pink.
Two middle-aged men in tailored suits approached with cocktails in hand. "Mr. Graham, about the Norwyn development project-since you're free tonight, perhaps we could discuss it?"
Those were Samuel Harper and Cedar Harper-Martin's second and third sons.
The Graham Group and Granthera Bank have a collaboration.
Though Martin still nominally headed Granthera Bank, his sons now handled most operations.
This collaboration is typically found by Martin and letting his son proceed with it.
"Mrs. Graham," Samuel smiled, "might we borrow your husband brictly?" Summer, already embarrassed by their audience, nodded hastily. "I'll go find Merry
The banquet was in the hills; it will be hard for her to go back after the banquet finishes.
So, Summer decided to send Merry back home when she lett.
Fraser caught her fingers, reluctance evident. "Call me if you need anythi
Cedar laughed. "How enviable is your devotion!"
Not wanting to seem clingy, Summer waved them off. "Alright, don't let me interrupt the business.
In a third-floor bedroom, Morgan was unleashing her rage.
"I've never been so humiliated in my life!" Vases shattered against walls as she screamed, her carefully constructed world crumbling around her.