In a karaoke bar near Middlebury College.

"What! They are together?" The anger on Cecilia's face was visible.

"Yes, hahaha…"

Cecilia tossed off a bottle of beer, got up, and tottered to the screen with the microphone in her hand, "Then we'll wish the scum and the bitch happy hereafter!"

"Happy wedding! Have a baby soon!" A little tipsy, Summer giggled.

The straw finally broke the camel's back.

If it was only a matter of medical bills, she could swallow her pride and beg Howard again.

But as Lodge walked away, everything she did was rendered meaningless.

Now, she was going to have a lightning marriage with a stranger, so what?

Clouds International Community in Samite City.

Leaning back in a swivel chair in his study, Howard stared at his cell phone and tapped the desk with his fingers.

As the phone rang, he took a glance at the screen and smirked.

Summer's call came a little bit later than he had expected.

According to his plan, she should have become Mrs. Tran this afternoon.

As soon as he picked up the phone, Summer shouted through the microphone with a flushed drunken face, "Well, big boss, let's get married!"

Delirious, Cecilia chimed in, "Getting married! Getting married! Getting married…"

Annoyed by the deafening sounds from the other end, Howard frowned and looked dejected.

This was different from what he had imagined.

He could even picture the two girls showing their teeth and brandishing their claws.

Turned out Lodge was the key to her submission.

He was slightly irritated.

"Where are you?" A cold voice came over.

Before Summer could open her mouth, Cecilia shouted, "Big boss, Encounter Bar. We're at the karaoke bar upstairs. Hmm… Booth 802."

Cecilia hung up the phone and snored in her sleep.

At that moment, Summer was suddenly relieved.

This was it. This was it. She would never look back.

Her priority was to get enough money and revive Susan.

Lodge and Daisy? What had they got to do with her?

In a short while, Howard and his assistant made it to the place.

Howard wore black sportswear and a peaked cap. The low-key attire was quite different from his usual businessman style.

"Mr. Tran, change the script? An agent today?"

Summer drunkenly walked over, reached out, and pulled the brim of his cap, "Well, well, what is my role?"

"You can still joke. Looks like you're not fully drunk. Mark, take Cecilia back to school and pick us up later. I'll drink with Miss Pratt for another round." Howard pulled a long face.

"No, I don't want to drink with you. I'm going to marry you… Come on, let's talk about the agreement."

Howard winked at the assistant who then took the sleeping Cecilia away.

Summer tottered to get up.

"There is no agreement." He took the advantage, threw his arm around her waist, and smirked frivolously.

"What do you mean?" Summer seemingly sobered up a bit, got up, and pushed him away.

Howard sat back on the sofa and hummed with a smile, "The day I proposed to you and brought up the agreement. Tonight, however, it is you proposed to me through a call."

"Argh, this is looting a burning house!"

"Sort of, think it through and then we have a toast to wish ourselves happy marriage."

The corners of his mouth curved up in a proud smile.

There was no turning back for her. She picked up the two remaining bottles of beer from the table and gulped them down.