Chapter 70: Ms. Stewart? Or Trevor’s Future Wife?
Mike escorted Summer into a high-end office. A secretary walked in soon after, setting a glass of water on the table before quietly leaving.
“Ms. Stewart, please wait a moment,” Mike said. “Mr. Graham is in a meeting, but he’ll be here soon.” With that, he stepped out, leaving her alone in the room.
Summer leaned back on the couch, casually scanning her surroundings. Everything about this office screamed Fraser. Her eyes landed on an entire display wall lined with limited-edition luxury car models—hundreds of them. And knowing Fraser, she had no doubt that every single one of those cars existed in his real-life garage.
Her thoughts drifted back to that night when he took her street racing. The rush of speed, the open road stretching endlessly ahead—it all felt so real, like she could still hear the wind tearing past and see the cool confidence in his expression. A sudden urge washed over her. She wanted to feel that thrill again.
She got up from the couch and walked over to the display shelf, picking up one of the car models for a closer look. As she turned, her eyes unintentionally landed on a framed photo on Fraser’s desk. It was a picture of a little girl with a small dog. That dog… it had to be Pudding as a puppy. Even from a distance, she recognized the fluffy white fur—though in the photo, it looked much thinner, almost malnourished, lying motionless on the ground. The little girl had her head lowered, making it hard to see her face. Her tiny hands rested gently on Pudding’s head. She wore a blue-and-white dress, but the fabric had visible patches, and her side profile was smudged with dirt. Both the girl and the dog looked like they had been struggling. The image felt completely out of place in this extravagant, high-end office.
Summer put the model car back on the shelf and took a step forward. Summer looked up, locking eyes with him. Fraser’s sharp, deep-set gaze was unreadable, but there was an unmistakable chill beneath it.
He was dressed casually—an open-collared printed shirt hanging effortlessly on his frame, paired with tailored black trousers that outlined his long, lean legs. On his wrist, a high-end watch with a celestial dial caught the light, highlighting the defined structure of his hand. For a brief moment, Summer felt the full weight of his presence pressing down on her. Fraser shut the door behind him and stepped forward, his footsteps steady and deliberate.
His voice was cutting. “Ms. Stewart, what brings you here today?” Ms. Stewart. The way he said it was crisp and distant, like a blade slicing through the air. Summer figured he was still holding a grudge over what she had said that night—that it was just a one-night stand. Seriously? How can a man this powerful be so petty? But she wasn’t here to argue. She was here for business. So, she adjusted her tone, keeping it professional.
“Mr. Graham, about the 1 billion dollars’ investment you committed to Stewart Group—there’s still 500 million dollars outstanding. When can we expect the funds to be transferred?”
Fraser strolled over to the couch and sank into it with effortless ease, casually crossing one leg over the other. His arms stretched across the back of the sofa, his whole demeanor relaxed yet commanding. His sharp, deep-set eyes fixated on the woman standing a few feet away.
Summer wore a crisp white blouse tucked into a sleek black A-line skirt. It was a simple, professional outfit, yet on her, it perfectly outlined her elegant curves. Her long, wavy hair was pinned up, exposing her smooth forehead and delicate, fair skin. Her dark, expressive eyes held a warmth that could make even the coldest heart soften.
Fraser’s expression darkened for a split second. Under that gaze, he almost faltered. But then, Trevor’s words echoed in his mind. That wedding photo flashed before his eyes. In an instant, his emotions shut down, turning cold and distant. A slow, mocking smirk tugged at his lips as he let out a low scoff. “So, it’s about money again. Ms. Stewart, every time you come to me, it’s for money, but you never offer anything in return. What is it? Do I look like some clueless fool to you? Do I seem like an idiot?”
Summer considered his words for a moment. He wasn’t entirely wrong.
Chapter 70: Ms. Stewart? Or Trevor’s Future Wife?
She stepped closer, stopping just a couple of feet away from him. Even though he was sitting, Fraser’s presence was undeniable. He carried himself with effortless authority, exuding confidence and dominance without even trying.
Summer hesitated for a second before speaking cautiously. “I don’t believe Mr. Graham is the type to go back on his word. If you promised a 1 billion dollars’ investment, I don’t think you’d suddenly change your mind.”
“Ms. Stewart, you’re mistaken. I am that petty.” A slow, almost dangerous smirk tugged at his lips. “By the way, should I even be calling you Ms. Stewart? Or would Trevor’s fiancée be more fitting? After all, you’ve already tried on the dress.”